Each day I turn on the radio it is playing the same old song
The same old song it played when I turned it on yesterday
I am in the wrong century too, somewhere I don't belong
'Cause the radio plays the same old song, one I'd never play....
I never cared for the moon in June or that kind of song
Back in the fifties when it was sung constantly on the radio
I have always been a rock and roller, listening all day long
Now they just play the same old song everywhere I go....
A friend finally told me I wasn't hearing the same old tune
They only sounded exactly the same to my aging ear
A thought struck me like the tail of a vinegarroon
I could listen to rock and roll, I just needed the gear....
So I purchased me a phonograph to play all my old collection
I got a hundred foot extension cord, wrapped 'round my waist
Then I taped the turntable to me so I could change selections
That way I could play everything that ever suited my taste....
I was in my yard playing a record when some kids walked by
They all had funny looking things stuck next to their ear
They said, "Why don't you get one of these and give it a try?
I told them I didn't need a hearing aid, I was still able to hear....
What are those funny things? Are all kids deaf these days???
I told my friend about them. He said they're music players.
He's kidding me for sure! Those little things? No way!!
I'll keep my phonograph. It's a little heavy, but who cares.....
