Here come Linda dancing like a freebird
Light My Fire, playing on the Seeburg
lyrics
Three years old, AC socket
Stuck my fingers in I went off like a rocket
First thing I remember when I come around
Swirly little record, playing that scratchy sound
Deep in the night, '65 Nova
Trying real hard not to get pulled over
While driving impaired with the kids in the back
Headed for a new town, burn it down and don't look back
When the 45 died, rock and roll died too
Radio blastin', a late night haiku
Here come Linda dancing like a freebird
Light My Fire playing on the Seeburg
Ice cream dripping and tourists looking kinda nervous
Barefoot and fifteen, my first goddess.
There's a sign on a cross, nailed to a pole
Says Jesus is the rock that does not roll
Well I'm going to bed with the devil tonight
When I wake up in the morning, I'm gonna feel alright
When the 45 died, rock and roll died too
Blasting from the window of a cherry red Malibu
Now I'm sitting here breaking my guitars strings
Trying to come up with a line that sings
Antenna in the air, nothing coming through
'Cause when the 45 died, rock and roll died too
When the 45 died, rock and roll died too
When the 45 died, rock and roll died too
I can't get my kicks from a digital iTune.
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