(Lyle Lovett)

Rober Earl this friend of mine

You know he's always looking after my best interest

He told me Lyle P. you need to get some action

Get your head back in line

You need to get out on your own boy

This hanging around here's got to stop

Get out on your own boy

And take a little trip to the record shop



I said the record shop

But Robert I don't need no records

He just smiled and he said

What you need is a



Record Lady

Record Lady

She's got the cutest little cartridge

That you've ever seen

She's a phonographic dream



I didn't waste no time about it

I put on my coat and shoes

I packed up my old rocking chair

And I left them hell on Church Street blues

And I went down to the record shop

What else could I do

She was five-foot-one-and-three-quarters

Lord she claimed she five-foot-two



And she looked at me with her big green eyes

And she said can I help you find something

I said what you got on special



Record Lady

Record Lady

She's got the cutest little cartridge

That you've ever seen

She's a phonographic dream



Acting very sophisticated

I began to browse around

I walked up to the record lady

And I said I sure do like what I have found

It would be so beautiful

Please come away with me

We could run down to Istanbul

Or maybe even gay Paris



And she looked at me with her big green eyes

And she said can I help you find something

I said what you got on special



Record Lady

Record Lady

She's got the cutest little cartridge

That you've ever seen

She's a phonographic dream

A phonographic dream



One day you know I will see-a