Put Your Records On

Three little bugs sat on my window
And they told me I don't need to worry
Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet
Little girls double touch on the concrete

Hmm, maybe sometimes, we'll get it wrong but it's alright
The more things seem to change
The more they stay the same
Ooh, don't you hesitate

Girl, put your records on
Tell me your favorite song
You girl, hell at your hair down
Sad pattern faded genes
I hope you get your dream
Just girl, hell at your hair down

You're gonna fang us up somewhere somehow

Blue wet this sky, sun runnin' lonely
Sleepin' tea and I bought by their outside (Just relax, just relax)
Don't you let thou art the boys fool you
Call aloud that owl, throw ahead through

Maybe sometimes, we'll feel afraid but it's alright
The more you stay the same
The more they seem to change
Don't you think it strange
Girl, put your records on
Tell me your favorite song
You girl, hell at your hair down
Sad pattern faded genes
I hope you get your dream
Just girl, hell at your hair down

You're gonna fang us up somewhere somehow