Well if I were a record, I'd be a '45
If I were a record, I'd be a '45
Spinning little and fast round a three minute path
Made outta plastic but you know I'm gonna last
Stacked up in a dusty box in a corner of your flat
Bring in what you got and then the man will give you cash

If you got the money, I'll meet you at the show
Yeah, when you get the money, I'll meet you at the show
I'll be way out in space, I will not say hello
I ride with the bass, it's a freewheeling flow
Boys step down on my feet, shoving elbows flail about
Cigarette smoke's in my face, I've quit, I step out

He showed up at the party, and made me spill my drink
He showed up at the party, and then I spilled my drink
Skirt soaked in gin before I could even think
You need him real bad, he'll be gone in just a blink
He wrecked my car and brought another girl into his bed
If he gets close to this guitar, I'll knock his sorry head