Flip the Record Songtext
von Sans Armada

Your mom had never served a salad cut
Tighter than an iceberg wedge
Then she got that Veg-O-Matic
And a recipe for honey mustard vinaigrette
Four letters on that package
Same four as on that ad
Selling rock chopped and mixed together
Like that first Sunday morning hash

Flip the record
And crank that volume high
Turn it to the other side
Flip the record
I need more of that high
This disk is electrified


Swimming past Dirty Deeds and B.O.C
Paddling the alphabet
Though you did the Frank Frazetta
You know you can′t stand Molly Hatchet
As you approach the end
You'll hit the Various bin
Those airbrushed covers call
Like sirens, rock sirens singing

Flip the record
And crank that volume high
Turn it to the other side
Flip the record
I need more of that high
These riffs here are verified

Full Tilt, Rock 80
Radio Active
Your best friend′s mom
Got Hooked on Classics

Flip the record
And crank that volume high
Turn it to the other side
Flip the record
I need more of that high
This disk is electrified


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