Well his brother had some records
In a box next to the chair
And He knew he had to listen
So he waited and prepared
With his mum and dad out shopping
And his brother out somewhere
It was summertime in England
And he didn't have a care
Well he took the record from the sleeve
And the needle hit the groove and
He exploded
Rock and roll had changed his teenage life
Andy Warhol changed his teenage mind
Forever
It was so wrong and right
Well he heard about addiction
So he wanted to get high
So he started eating coffee
Shut the curtains and the blinds
And he heard about the woman
In the shinny leather boots
And he sat there just dilating
Thinking that New York was cool
And his parents found him dribbling
And the record was still rotating
And polluting
Well he hadn't heard those words before
And he hadn't heard those chords before
And he never
Was the same again
No
Well his brother told him
Told you so
Don't play that record
You're too young
Now you've have lost your innocence
I hope that's just a cigarette
But back at school behind the sheds
He told his friends and they thought
Great let's listen
Now they all sit in dark bedrooms
It's Berlin 1922
And listen
With their polluted minds
Yes they do