Records

They’re considered quite old-fashioned

Though I love them still

They really are my passion

For always the best pill

Though I have my iPod

It really isn’t the same

Am I just a silly sod?

Maybe it’s really lame

I just love those large covers

Twelve inches in all its glory

With music that one discovers

As it tell its story

Somehow the music seems more real

As I handle with care

Those grooves never losing appeal

As I sit back in my chair

MP3s sound so poor

It really isn’t nice

They make my ears sore

That’s why vinyl is my vice

Oh, how I love that black stuff

Though sometimes it’s white, pink or blue

It’s the sound I love sure enough

It’s beautiful I tell you!!