I don't care if I ever get back Or if my roommate is really addicted to smack I've got so much music that I keep on wax But my record player is broken Well, I could walk to the Mobil, I could buy some beer It's my reward for living the last twenty-one years But nothing can reduce yours truly to tears Like when his record player is broken The cars are screaming down Aloma Ave And earlier I heard two of them crash With opposing political stickers on the back And now we know which one won the match (Fucker!) ♪ But I don't care if all the voting was rigged Or if all of UCF spontaneously bombs trig Or if you bought a bunch of pot, but it's all just stems and seeds Cause record player is broken If I took a bath, I'd just get dirty again If cleanliness is next to godliness I've been Living in my filth as well as living in sin I'm like a Bon Jovi single that bombed again ♪ I don't care if the sun goes out Or if the Royal Tenenbaums plant a bunch of bean sprouts Cause Dylan's got nothing in my room to sing about When my record player is broken Yeah, when my record player is broken