Got a phonograph on my four headed friend? It plays sad songs about the dead When I listen to my records No matter what they are They sound real good But real weird I know something, yet something, yet something, yet something is wrong Oh yeah
All my old records used to not want me dead Now they do, how about it? Well monkeys sounding like a corpse but I don't mind He sounds real good And he still keeps time And the beatles they keep singing about graveyards and mud It sounds so good that I can't get up I know something, yet something, yet something, yet something is wrong Oh yeah
All my old records used to not sing about the dead But, now they do, all about it baby, here we go
The music is killing me The high and low fidelities Are attacking my brain And it's terrific The music sounds just great Just terrific
