| «Think I’ll put on a record» | 
| «Think I’ll put on a record» | 
| «Think I’ll put on a record» | 
| «Think I’ll put-I'll put-I'll put-I'll put» | 
| «Think I’ll-» | 
| Put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Let it spin again, again, again, again | 
| Then I’ll put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end | 
| Think I’ma put on a record, reckon you wanna recognise | 
| I’m a wrecking ball, wreck a site recollect the vibe | 
| Excercise CDs, put it in your deck and drive | 
| Jeopardise freedom, might not be a second time | 
| Petrified as the pressure rise like the petrol price | 
| I’m the next in line like Bin Laden’s fifty second wife | 
| Step inside the mind, mine so electrifying | 
| Check the time, dropping biters quicker than insecticide | 
| A Dr Jekyll hiding behind the mind of Hyde | 
| Can’t turn a blind eye like Al-Qaeda buying dynamite | 
| Still trying to write, still trying to find the time | 
| When you sign the line, meet more dicks than a vagina’s life | 
| A silent night, when I recite a line my lips bleed | 
| The darkest in my family like Lionel Richie | 
| A nineteen sixty transfixing melody | 
| Rise the sick from the cemetery, the only remedy is | 
| Hear the DJ spin the track, come back around like a winner’s lap | 
| Why would you wanna get sick to that, rewind that shit, bring it back | 
| Hear the DJ spin the track, cinematic diplomat | 
| Kicking back, drink gin or Jacks, rewind that shit and bring it back | 
| Just- | 
| Put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| And let it spin again, again, again, again | 
| Then I’ll put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end | 
| You gotta | 
| Let it play, feel vibrations through your vertebrae | 
| Dying to stay the highest like you were Brazil’s murder rate | 
| Exterminate all you nerd and hating sherminators | 
| Percolated coffee, rock at night in this nocturnal age | 
| Turn the page still unpaid, I’m paid in paper clips | 
| The pain of being played while I’m praying to the plagiarist | 
| The turntablist razor blade blood cutting | 
| Quicker than Darth Vadar is to his own son | 
| Run with hunger like goldilocks holding the rock | 
| And me and rap we rap together like Holden and Brock, what? | 
| It’s the music, it makes your mood move with the wind | 
| Quicker than a little you with some voodoo pins | 
| So we- | 
| Put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Let it spin again, again, again, again | 
| Then I’ll put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end | 
| Imprisoned in this song’s composition, a vision with every | 
| Listen the listener can picture a situation | 
| Some over rated, over played like Neighbours | 
| Some play then lead off the stage like Ray is (Booo!) | 
| Every day the same play, the same the shit on TV | 
| What you gonna watch? | 
| You’re lost in Simpsons repeats | 
| Knee deep in monkey see, monkey do | 
| Now we up to the month of June, what up with you? | 
| Nothing new | 
| Proven time is short, fuck it man what’s mine is yours | 
| Wise words from a dinosaur, still feels like ninety four | 
| Vinyl forced out all the memories you swallowed in | 
| Riders of the Storm given life to Jim Morrison | 
| Coroners report dead walking around the corridor | 
| A common law bumping Mortar Graphic Tomahawk | 
| If a graffer’s bombing or running from an under cover’s | 
| Commodore when you’re home there’s nothing that you wanted more than | 
| Hear the DJ spin the track, come back around like a winner’s lap | 
| Why would you wanna get sick to that, rewind that shit, bring it back | 
| Hear the DJ spin the track, cinematic diplomat | 
| Kicking back, drink gin or Jacks, rewind that shit and bring it back | 
| Just- | 
| Put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Let it spin again, again, again, again | 
| Then I’ll put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end | 
| «Think I’ll put on a record | 
| Think I’ll fix myself some dinner | 
| Frozen egg rolls or spaghetti | 
| From a can» |