Look at my phonograph
It records music that could make you laugh
Oh wait is the needle dead?
And what the hell is on in the machines plug
This is a prototype
I have tried to fix it up
I never knew it would not fix
The second part is hard to repair
And this is where I screwed the materials up
Most of the time I had better things to do
My records says it broke twice
I must have tried to fix it a dozen times
I wonder if it's too late
Should I go back and try again?
Even though it looks better now than it was back then
If I see doing this then, I wouldn't have sprayed the little wire
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, God,
The music machine is blowin up at the back
The poor-quality recordings spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye
Every memory of creating a phonograph
I found the required record in the book
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye, good bye
Remember the hardware store?
Blew every dollar that I ever made
The manager loved my every buck
They said somebody went and burnt the store
(No more supplies for the phonograph)
I used to make waxy moulds
Then sung to them in the amplifier
I said someday i’d find out how good I could get it to sound
How much long could sing, longer than 4 minutes
Mary Had A Little Lamb the first song I sung
I was so nervous that I nearly screwed it
That recording has worn out heavily since then
I haven't played it since God knows when
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, God, I
Every memory of the screwed project
I have the poor quality things spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye
Every memory of the phonograph
Every memory of the recording
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye, good bye
I miss that project
I miss the thrill
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of the Phonograph
I have the cylinders spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye
Every memory of the attempted music machine
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin' for
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye, good bye
Look at my phonograph
The project made me laugh
Every time I think of it makes me laugh