MIKE STINSON

Broken Record


 
I'm just a broken record spinning out of time
Just a broken set of verses that never get to rhyme
Man I'm feeling silly as I sing the same old line
But a broken record never had a whole lot on his mind
 
I used to rule the jukebox at the local armory
Lots of pretty little sweethearts dancing round to me
Working hard to please em put a scratch in my veneer
Now I'm just a broken record nobody wants to hear
 
I watch the neighbor records cruising through their songs
With their pretty little choruses for folks to sing along
I grind the same old rut begging let me jump the track
If I ever do I promise you I'm never going back
On the wrong end of the, wrong end of the, wrong end of the, wrong end of the barrel
 
Man I'm just a broken record spinning out of time
I'm just a broken set of verses that never get to
End with words that sound alike so I just lurch along
Like a pirate with a peg leg and a parrot on his arm
 
My momma was a cylinder in nineteen thirty three
And then my daddy dropped the needle down and they created me
My golden age of vinyl that's as good as music gets
But my nephew is an eight track, my kids are both cassettes
Wrong end of the, wrong end of the, wrong end of the, wrong end of the
Wrong end of the, wrong end of the barrel
 
Man I'm just a broken record spinning out of time
I'm just a broken set of verses that never get to rhyme
Man I'm feeling silly as I sing the same old line
But a broken record never had a whole lot on his mind