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Lyrics:
So to the best, to the best, of our knowledge
We are doing our best to fight technology
Cause back when our parents were in college
We weren't even born, and neither were CDs
Cause when our folks would listen to their rock 'n roll
They'd gather round, and play it on their turntables
But these days, their records are worthless
Cause DJs scratch the records on purpose
So, let's put this in a perspective
In the present day in which we live
It's all the same with all the kids
No one knows what vinyl is
Cause they just burn the MP3s (Whoa-o)
Onto their stacks of blank CDs
And during all that arsony (Whoa)
The records stay right in their sleeves
It's all the same with all the kids
Cause no one knows what vinyl is
Yeah!
Cause these days, kids, they act so ignorant
They have no clue what to do with a 7-inch
They say, "It won't play, it's my CD player's fault
I'll take it to the park, and play some frisbee golf"
So give me side A, give me side B
It really doesn't make any difference to me
I tried to burn it, like all the CDs that I get
But what the heck is all this melted plastic mess?
Let's put this in a perspective (Whoa-o)
In the present day in which we live
It's all the same with all the kids (Whoa)
No one knows what vinyl is
Cause they just burn the MP3s (Whoa-o)
Onto their stacks of blank CDs
And during all that arsony (Whoa)
The records stay right in their sleeves
It's all the same with all the kids
Cause no one knows what vinyl is
So, let's put this in a perspective (Whoa-o)
In the present day in which we live
It's all the same with all the kids (Whoa)
No one knows what vinyl is
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