An old gramophone in front of me, all the music inside it.
It still lives, it still lives, it still lives.
The records on the shelf are in a row, the old ones are gone.
Wipe the dust off them and you will see: these old sounds, we're still spinning, everything will be new and good again.
From the Rolling Stones to Depech Mode, the road leads us, just the two of us and the music.
The night is waiting ahead and the music that still lives, old inside the gramophone, sing along.
The room is hot with music and like a bobcat on ice, the needle of the record is skating all night.
Oooh-oooh, ooo-oooo, oooh-oooh, oooh-oooh, ooo -oooh
Can it get any better than the old gold and classics that are still alive, still alive, still alive.
Slightly scratchy vinyl, it takes us back in time as if we were living in the eighties.
These old ones sounds, we're still spinning around, everything will be new and good again.
From the Rolling Stones to Depech Mode, the road leads us, just the two of us and the music.
The night is waiting ahead and the music that still lives, the old gramophone inside, sing along.
The room is hot with music, and like a bobcat who stays, the record needle is skating all night long.
Oooh-oooh, ooo-oooo, oooh-oooh, oooh-oooh, ooo- oooh
The night is waiting ahead and the music that still shines, inside the old gramophone, sings along.
Grove is hot in the music, and like a skunk who stays, the record needle is skating all night now.
Oooh- oooh, ooo-oooo, oooh-oooh, oooh- oooh, ooo-oooh
It's all night now.