My Top Twenty - Remastered
In the classroom when the teacher left
On the beach while I lay soaking wet
At the station waiting for a lift
In the movies, while the lovers kissed
That's the way that we're supposed to meet
My record collection keeps telling me
When I doubt it all I have to do
Is put on a record and dream of you
On the Concorde I will catch your eye
At the store, deciding what to buy
Your motorcycle's big enough for two
Through the traffic I will follow you
That's the way that we're supposed to meet
My record collection keeps telling me
When I doubt it all I have to do
Is put on a record and dream of you
My top twenty, everyone a hit, a memory, woo, woo
A yeah-yeah-yeah, a yeah-yeah-yeah
My top twenty, everyone a hit, a memory, woo, woo
A yeah-yeah-yeah, a yeah-yeah-yeah
Your tennis ball will surely fly my way
While jogging, I could say I lost my way
Ask directions from the men in blue
At the circus, maybe he'll tame you
That's the way that we're supposed to meet
My record collection keeps telling me
When I doubt it all I have to do
Is put on a record and dream of you
My top twenty, everyone a hit, a memory, woo, woo
A yeah-yeah-yeah, a yeah-yeah-yeah
My top twenty, everyone a hit, a memory, woo, woo
A yeah-yeah-yeah, a yeah-yeah-yeah
My top twenty, everyone a hit, a memory, woo, woo
A yeah yeah yeah, a yeah yeah yeah
My top twenty, everyone a hit, a memory, woo, woo
A yeah-yeah-yeah, a yeah-yeah-yeah
On the beach while I lay soaking wet
At the station waiting for a lift
In the movies, while the lovers kissed
That's the way that we're supposed to meet
My record collection keeps telling me
When I doubt it all I have to do
Is put on a record and dream of you
On the Concorde I will catch your eye
At the store, deciding what to buy
Your motorcycle's big enough for two
Through the traffic I will follow you
That's the way that we're supposed to meet
My record collection keeps telling me
When I doubt it all I have to do
Is put on a record and dream of you
My top twenty, everyone a hit, a memory, woo, woo
A yeah-yeah-yeah, a yeah-yeah-yeah
My top twenty, everyone a hit, a memory, woo, woo
A yeah-yeah-yeah, a yeah-yeah-yeah
Your tennis ball will surely fly my way
While jogging, I could say I lost my way
Ask directions from the men in blue
At the circus, maybe he'll tame you
That's the way that we're supposed to meet
My record collection keeps telling me
When I doubt it all I have to do
Is put on a record and dream of you
My top twenty, everyone a hit, a memory, woo, woo
A yeah-yeah-yeah, a yeah-yeah-yeah
My top twenty, everyone a hit, a memory, woo, woo
A yeah-yeah-yeah, a yeah-yeah-yeah
My top twenty, everyone a hit, a memory, woo, woo
A yeah yeah yeah, a yeah yeah yeah
My top twenty, everyone a hit, a memory, woo, woo
A yeah-yeah-yeah, a yeah-yeah-yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Ronald D Mael, Russell Craig Mael, Christopher Landis Shively, Alansky Jay
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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