The Record - Billy Walker

Around and around goes the record

Around and around and round it spins

I sit alone watching someone I know

Drop a dime in in the jukebox and the record keeps spinning

As around with her new love she dances

Around and around and round and then

Somehow I see that the record’s like me

And like all her lovers have been

Once I was high on her heart tray

Love was new she was true for a time

But then she grew tired of my loves serenade

And she dropped me like somebody drops the jukebox a dime

Now around and around goes the record

Around and around and round it spins

But soon it will be just an old melody

That she won’t give a dime for again

Once I was high on her heart tray

Love was new she was true for a time

But then she grew tired of my loves serenade

And she dropped me like somebody drops the jukebox a dime

Now around and around goes the record

Around and around and round it spins

But soon it will be just an old melody

That she won’t give a dime for again

Around and around goes the record

Around and around goes the record