Song parody of
33 RPM
by Tom Tippin
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I started back when you left
Let the needle do the rest
Dust the habits off the shelf
Let it take me for a spin
Close my eyes when it sinks in
Take my time to the other side
At 33 revolutions per minute
To get my heart back in rhythm
Maybe this turntable could turn me around
But it's hard to tune out the memories that we made
So, I'll keep turning it up till they all fade away
Somewhere down there in the grooves
I'll find a way to get over you
And mend these marks you made on me
And play the love songs that we'd sing
Till the words don't mean a thing
All of those wasted melodies
At 33 revolutions per minute
To get my heart back in rhythm
Maybe this turntable could turn me around
But it's hard to tune out the memories that we made
So, I'll keep turning it up till they all fade away
You made me wear my records out
I sure hope you're happy now
I'll get back on beat someday
But for now, I'll stay
At 33 revolutions per minute
To get my heart back in rhythm
Maybe this turntable could turn me around
But it's hard to tune out the memories that we made
So, I'll keep turning it up till they all fade away
I started back when you left
Let the needle do the rest
Dust the habits off the shelf
Let it take me for a spin
Close my eyes when it sinks in
Take my time to the other side
At 33 revolutions per minute
To get my heart back in rhythm
Maybe this turntable could turn me around
But it's hard to tune out the memories that we made
So, I'll keep turning it up till they all fade away
Somewhere down there in the grooves
I'll find a way to get over you
And mend these marks you made on me
And play the love songs that we'd sing
Till the words don't mean a thing
All of those wasted melodies
At 33 revolutions per minute
To get my heart back in rhythm
Maybe this turntable could turn me around
But it's hard to tune out the memories that we made
So, I'll keep turning it up till they all fade away
You made me wear my records out
I sure hope you're happy now
I'll get back on beat someday
But for now, I'll stay
At 33 revolutions per minute
To get my heart back in rhythm
Maybe this turntable could turn me around
But it's hard to tune out the memories that we made
So, I'll keep turning it up till they all fade away
