I bought your record, and I fell crestfallen
By the borrowed blisters of an old time zone
Cuz I remember when the backbeat wasn`t programmed in
and heroes were still human and messed up
CHORUS
Cuz they rocked on real drums (twice)
don`t let this carry on, dear son
Real drums forever...
I guess I can`t say much, cuz you got me dancin`
But if this ain`t new disco, it sure as hell comes
close
And I`ll smile if you win, but now you`ve got me
wondering
if this means you`re inspired or washed up
