The Record Lady — текст песни (Lyle Lovett)

Rober earl this friend of mine

You know hes always looking after my best interest

He told me lyle p. you need to get some action

Get your head back in line

You need to get out on your own boy

This hanging around heres got to stop

Get out on your own boy

And take a little trip to the record shop



I said the record shop

But robert I dont need no records

He just smiled and he said

What you need is a



Record lady

Record lady

Shes got the cutest little cartridge

That youve ever seen

Shes a phonographic dream



I didnt waste no time about it

I put on my coat and shoes

I packed up my old rocking chair

And I left them hell on church street blues

And I went down to the record shop

What else could I do

She was five-foot-one-and-three-quarters

Lord she claimed she five-foot-two



And she looked at me with her big green eyes

And she said can I help you find something

I said what you got on special



Record lady

Record lady

Shes got the cutest little cartridge

That youve ever seen

Shes a phonographic dream



Acting very sophisticated

I began to browse around

I walked up to the record lady

And I said I sure do like what I have found

It would be so beautiful

Please come away with me

We could run down to istanbul

Or maybe even gay paris



And she looked at me with her big green eyes

And she said can I help you find something

I said what you got on special



Record lady

Record lady

Shes got the cutest little cartridge

That youve ever seen

Shes a phonographic dream

A phonographic dream



One day you know I will see

My phonographic fantasy

In sweet fulfillment to the last detail

Down in acapulco

Or even somewhere else

Just her and me together

The whole day long

Her and me together

Playing them records all night long



Shes the record lady

Record lady

Record lady at the record shop

Set it spinning mama

Dont ever stop my

Record lady

Record lady