August 2011
Souped-Up Vinyl
Big D & The Kids Table
I clock about twelve hours a day at this damn place.
Drag myself in, it’s a quarter to eight.
God, sweep it up, set it up, open the place up.
Deal with idiots to make a lousy forty bucks.
I walk my miles home in Boston’s damn ass cold.
And when I think nothing’s for nothing,
When I think this is all I got,
I try to remember, try, try to remember, yeah.
I know, I know, I’m steady, yeah.
Just keep looking past it, well…
We’ll be alright, yeah,
We’re lucky ‘cause everyone is off tonight.
Push up, push up, it’s alright now.
My time’s now mine
And I’ll spend it, yeah.
See, when I get home,
I’ll be fine because…
Our time’s now ours, yeah, and we spend it with the…
Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up
Souped-up vinyl spinning round and round.
Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up
Souped-up vinyl spinning round and round.
Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up
Souped-up vinyl spinning round and round.
Souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up, souped-up
Souped-up vinyl spinning…It’s time to skank it up bro.
Gunna spend my day listening to Ska music, skankin’ out and working on my vest
