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