Brian T Parks - Hot Vinyl (Remastered) Lyrics

Back in the day when vinyl was king
You'd buy three 45s for next to nothing
And if you dared to wait till the end of the day
Well the man from the coffee bar would give 'em away
Hot vinyl. Ooh, hot, hot. Hot vinyl. Ooh, hot, hot

Well the records were scratched and the sleeves were torn
But the music made you feel like you'd never been born
There was Johnny and the Hurricanes and Red River Rock
And Duane Eddy's twangy guitar it was hot
Hot vinyl. Ooh, hot, hot. Hot vinyl. Ooh, hot, hot
Hot vinyl. Ooh, hot, hot. Hot vinyl

Well, I remember ev'ry label; I remember ev'ry sleeve
I can recall ev'ry colour like you'd never believe
All those fancy designs are locked inside of my head
From the Top Rank orange to the Parlophone red
Hot vinyl. Ooh, hot, hot. Hot vinyl. Ooh, hot, hot

But just the smell of hot vinyl brings it all back
As the next forty-five crashes down on the stack
And I whisper Amen to a rock 'n' roll prayer
For the auto-change arm on the Dansette player

Well you can say what you like about your shiny CDs
And your websites streaming all those MP3s
Oh, but they'll never replace the way the needle moves
Two minutes of magic in a spiral groove
Hot vinyl. Ooh, hot, hot. Hot vinyl. Ooh, hot, hot
But just the smell of hot vinyl brings it all back
As the next forty-five crashes down on the stack
And I whisper Amen to a rock 'n' roll prayer
For the auto-change arm on the Dansette player
Hot vinyl. Ooh, hot, hot. Hot vinyl. Ooh, hot, hot
Hot vinyl. Ooh, hot, hot. Hot vinyl

Hot vinyl. Ooh, hot, hot. Hot vinyl. Ooh, hot, hot