Lyrics Dead Record Player - Dr. Dog

Dead Record Player

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