Recycled Vinyl Blues - Neil Innes

作曲：Neil Innes

Excuse me I'd like to make a hit record

Certainly sir Did you bring any old records with you

Well no why

Well you see we can't possibly make any new records

Unless we've got some old ones to melt down

Good heavens bad as that is it

'Fraid so sir

Take good care of my Babeeee

What was that

Oh take no notice

That was just a bit of an old record

That was used to make this one

Good grief

I got the recycled vinyl blues

I got Tchaikovsky and the blue suede shoes

Jumpin' in the same spiral groove

I got the recycled vinyl blues

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

One day as I was walking along

I had a great idea

I thought I'd write a hit song

Make a little money from a happy tune

Carolina Moon

And there it goes again

It makes me want to cry

The recycled vinyl just won't die

She wears red feathers and a huly-huly skirt

I got the recycled vinyl blues

I got Tchaikovsky and the blue suede shoes

Jumpin' in the same old groove

I got the recycled vinyl blues

I'm only halfway to paradise

Some people dig the good life

Some dig the latest sound

Some people just dig up the world

There's money underground

They dig out all the copper uranium and zinc

But I could really dig it if they only stop to think

Now everybody knows

You have to put back what you take

Who'd ride a roller coaster

If they knew it had no brake

It took a million years for us

To crawl out from the sea

Five get you ten they can recycle you or me

Who wants to be a millionaire

I DON'T

I got the recycled vinyl blues

I got Tchaikovsky and the blue suede shoes

Jumpin' in the same spiral groove

I got the recycled vinyl blues

I got the recycled vinyl blues

I got Tchaikovsky and the blue suede shoes

Bompin' in the same spiral groove

I got the recycled vinyl blue