Vinyl Days

Worn out leather, grip the wheel To the record shop, where the deals are real Hands on plastic, eyes on prize The thrill of the hunt, our vinyl lies Huntin', huntin' Huntin', huntin' You drop the needle, watch it spin Crackle starts and then it's grinning Grinning, grinning Grinning, grinning [Verse] Through dusty bins, we find our tunes In grooved-out tales, the afternoon's Sleeves of art, we share our finds Vinyl gems that freeze the times Spinnin', spinnin' Spinnin', spinnin' [Verse] To the local dive, we bring our stash Pop a cap, the sunlight splash