I was sitting in the womb I could still hear the bassline boom As my dad said stuff with a 45 tune Crashed out on the couch with a needle in his hand As i scratched on the record, ash it in the can Hear his songs and they keep ya life spinnin' As the water bursts, mornin' birds singin' Now we flip it to the b-side One song, 27 years long My youths gone but i still got snoop on New orleans records that play like a hidden message And return me to the essence of my adolesence As i hear the neville brothers play i- Fly on a yellow moon, and i can hear my mum crying for settle As the drums bang, screaming louder than the punk bands Something like the song neil young sang One more drink still playin' As my momma woke up-ah, lone sly i got stoned Family broke up-ah I can still remember when i was only three Watching pops' play thinkin' that was what i wanna be And i still go digging in that crate when i need to Records like a record of all the shit ive been through Needles leave scars of the past on the arms of my mum As she held me and we danced to the music