Little Record

Little record, Play me a tune, Somthing Old, Not new, For you'll make the sound, Ring and shine like gold, Bring it up from the past, Wipe off the dust, Forget the scratch, For it's somthing we all know, And little record, If you play it just so, It will sould like a new work, And we'll sing to match, The sound of the past, Little record, Spinning round, Bring the past, Back to now, Let the beat, and the sound, Help the dancing feet, Remember, Godfather of punk The fabbest of four, Not just that, But many more, The king of rock, The man who rocked round the clock, Little record, play me a tune, Somthing old, Not new, For you'll make the sound, Ring and shine like gold, And little record, Spinning round, Bring the past back to now, Let the beat, and the sound, Help our dancing feet remember, Little record, The Godfather of Punk, The fabbest of four, Not just them but many more, The king of rock, The stones that roll, The man who rocked round the clock, the ones who influenced our modern rock, So little record, Your spin plays songs, The chords, And chouruses, Of the past, That don't like to disappear, too fast, So little Record, Play that tune, Because, Even with it being many years, It seems to be torn, From guitars, Yesterday, Yes, That soon.