[Verse] I love hearing vinyl static on timeless cla**ics I sit back and kick my feet up until my mind relaxes Time pa**es slow like it was pitched down The globe spins on its axis but the needle never skips town 'Cause I clean it I take proper care of my LPs But every single spin brings the groove closer to its knees It's normal everyday wear and tear Takes an especially professional ear to hear it But from year to year You notice subtle differences from multiple listens It's upsetting 'cause you wanted to have something to hand down to the children Sure, you could convert it all to mp3 And it probably already exists digitally--that's not your history In fact, it lacks the full experience We built bulldozers and smashed the magic out of the pyramids Kids don't understand, they're laughing when you're serious You just shrug your shoulders, and admit how silly it is Somewhere in a grandma's attic, there's a little brat Who stumbles upon a phonograph, perfectly intact He uses a sheet of paper to make a makeshift slipmat Now a collection of well-preserved 45s are getting scratched (Who buys vinyl? I mean, it's cool.) Viva la vinyl