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
yes something,
yes something,
yes something,
is wrong, oh yeah.
Oh my old records used to
not want me dead,
now they do.
How about it.
Well monkeys sounding like a chorrus but i dont mind
it sounds real good and still keeps time.
And the beetles they keep singing 'bout
graveyards and blood,
it sounds so good that i cant get up.
I know something,
yes something,
yes something,
yes something,
is wrong, oh yeah.
Oh my old records
used to not sing about the dead,
now they do.
The music is killing me
The high and low fidelities
are attacking my brain,
and it's terrific
the music sounds just great,
it's terrific.
