The Record by Billy Walker Lyrics

Around and around goes the record
Around and around and round it spins
I sit alone watching someone I know
Drop a dime in in the jukebox and the record keeps spinning

As around with her new love she dances
Around and around and round and then
Somehow I see that the record’s like me
And like all her lovers have been

Once I was high on her heart tray
Love was new she was true for a time
But then she grew tired of my loves serenade
And she dropped me like somebody drops the jukebox a dime

Now around and around goes the record
Around and around and round it spins
But soon it will be just an old melody
That she won’t give a dime for again

Once I was high on her heart tray
Love was new she was true for a time
But then she grew tired of my loves serenade
And she dropped me like somebody drops the jukebox a dime
Now around and around goes the record
Around and around and round it spins
But soon it will be just an old melody
That she won’t give a dime for again
Around and around goes the record
Around and around goes the record