And his fa vorite band comes from
And he paints and he plays his guitar
Like a refugee from planet caravan
And he's fighting for freedom
From his petrol pool records
And he puts them on, puts them on
Put them on, put your records on
Put them on, put your records on
Pick them up, put your records on
Pick them up, put your records on
Jumping trees down in the
Makin' a fluid steel wrist guards
But the real ones of olden
Put the mom, put the records on
Put the mom, put your records on
Put the mom, put the records on
I remember he made me nettle tea
But it was definitely the scotch
And it's back to the 1970s,
And the acid folk and improvisations
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Put them on with the record song
Put them on with your record song
Put the bomb, put your records on
Put the bomb, put your records on
Put the bomb, put your records on
Put the bomb, put your records on
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