A.I.

My name is Paul I own a record store
I've got The Beatles, Doors, and many more
I've got the latest tracks, the newest albums on the racks
But no one's stopping by
Except to tell me, "Paul, you know that vinyl died."
My name is John I own a cd store
I've Brittney Spears, NSYNC, and many more
I've got the latest tracks, the newest albums on the racks
But no one's stopping by
Except to tell me mp3 is on the rise
No ones stopping by
Why have I held onto a feeling that is dead?
Penalized, all because I like the fuckin disc instead
Someday, we will open up our eyes, cause were headed towards AI
Why have I held onto a feeling that is dead?
Penalized, all because I own a record store instead
Someday, we will open up our eyes
The tape cassettes and 8 tracks, nothing stands a chance against AI
Back in the 60's, business was good
Now it's a memory, stashed away
It's been a long, cold winter
Shop closed down



Credits
Writer(s): Michael G Dupont, Shane K Pesanka
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