I don't recall who wrote that song
But it's a time, I'll always remember
I heard the snaps and the crackles with my pop
And I swore that I would never join a record club
That would have someone like me as a member
I like to let my boot heels wander when I shop
I was born in '45, turned 33 in '78
and I subscribe to life and Billboard
Now I find myself down in the basement
With my turntable near the cassette tapes
Walk up the stairs, turn out the light and shut the door
(chorus)
Yeah, so I'm swayed by the public opinion
I accept that it's a forgone conclusion
Just an equal, opposite reaction
I am waiting for The Last Revolution
Now I'm an addict who can't find a needle
I'm the man with the golden arm
They'll say we walked that dinosaur to extinction
And that's how it went
But I need something to grab on to
Not a jewel case without any charm
The fall leads in to the winter of my compact discontent
I had the blues when I sold my jazz
And the soundtracks I heard all my life
I would've cried if I had no self control
Then they gave me ten cents for my Billion Dollar Babies
and flipped through my R&B
I Know what it feels like to be selling my soul.
(Chorus)
Yeah, so I'm swayed by the public opinion
I accept that it's a forgone conclusion
Just an equal, opposite reaction
I am waiting for The Last Revolution
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