Record Store Lyrics

Workin' at the record store

Couldn't ask for nothin' more

Ten percent and minimum wage

Vietnam and rock and roll

No one knows who's in control

Dylan seems to be all the rage

I've got a thing for Wendy, she's so cool

(She's so cool)

She's dressed in black and thinks The Zombies rule

Workin' at the record store

Frankie is from Baltimore

Got a band but can't get a deal

Susie works on Saturdays

Queen of Soul is all she plays

Love how she makes everything feel

Workin' at the record store

Workin' at the record store

I know someday I'll have to leave this place

Maybe trade my T-shirt for a tie

But these are memories that I won't erase

I'll be spinning records till the day that I die

Workin' at the record store

Beatles flyin' out the door

Psychedelics goin around

Flippin through the Rolling Stone

Never need to buy my own

Miles has got another new sound

You got your hippies and your hepcats too

(She's so cool)

Nowhere to go and nothing else to do

Workin' at the record store

Workin' at the record store

Workin' at the record store

I'm the last one out the door

Bringin' home my job is alright

Flippin' 'round the "open" sign

Ronnie's an old friend of mine

'Spect I'll her baby tonight

Workin' at the record store

Workin' at the record store