I'm so tired Of all the noise Of circumstance Of pomp and poise I'm so fed up With happenstance With every little chance That we live and die by the draw of a hand I would spin that record once again Play it on high this time Yeah, I'd love to spin that record once again Set the needle And let it all in ♪ I'm, waking hours, watching the flowers Outgrowing me too I'm so sick of all romance Of that chicken dance Of wedding bells But there's a few calls left I would spin that record once again Play it on high this time Yeah, I'd love to spin that record once again Set the needle And let it all in ♪ I would spin it once again I would spin it once again I would spin it once again I would spin it once again I would spin it once again I would spin it once again