| Excuse me, I’d like to make a hit record.
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| Certainly, sir. |
| Did you bring any old records with you?
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| Well, no, why?
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| Well you see we can’t possibly make any new records,
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| unless we’ve got some old ones to melt down.
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| Good heavens, bad as that is it?
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| 'fraid so, sir.
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| Take good care of my BAY-beeee.!.
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| What was that?
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| Oh, take no notice. |
| That was just a bit of an old record
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| that was used to make this one.
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| Good grief!
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| I got the recycled vinyl blues,
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| I got Tchaikovsky and the blue suede shoes,
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| Jumpin' in the same spiral groove,
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| I got the recycled vinyl blues.
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| I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…
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| One day as I was walking along,
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| I had a great idea; |
| I thought I’d write a hit song!
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| Make a little money from a happy tune.
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| Carolina Moon…
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| And there it goes again, it makes me want to cry
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| The recycled vinyl just won’t die!
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| She wears red feathers and a huly-huly skirt!
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| I got the recycled vinyl blues,
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| I got Tchaikovsky and the blue suede shoes,
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| Jumpin in the same old groove,
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| I got the recycled vinyl blues.
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| (I'm only halfway to paradise!)
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| Some people dig the good life,
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| Some dig the latest sound,
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| Some people just dig up the world,
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| there’s money underground,
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| They dig out all the copper, uranium and zinc,
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| But I could really dig it if they only stop to thin, k
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| Now everybody knows you have to put back what you take,
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| Who’d ride a roller coaster if they knew it had no brake?
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| It took a million years for us to crawl out from the sea,
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| Five’ll get you ten they can recycle you or me.
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| Who wants to be a millionaire?
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| I DON’T!
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| I got the recycled vinyl blues,
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| I got Tchaikovsky and the blue suede shoes,
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| Jumpin' in the same spiral groove,
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| I got the recycled vinyl blues.
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| I got the recycled vinyl blues,
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| I got Tchaikovsky and the blue suede shoes,
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| Bompin' in the same spiral groove,
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| I got the recycled vinyl blue-HOOOOS! |