i had an mp3 player
it had a blue face
I recorded all my favourite tunes
600 squashed into a tiny place
there was music from Bach
and Vivaldi, Handel and Mozart
some were by Elton, Madonna and
and sometimes strange music would start
raps by people who couldnt talk properly
not the kind of stuff I was used to you see
it hurt my ears and hurt my soul
it was supposed to be cool but it felt cold
I wanted Abba and Robbie and Charlotte Church
instead I got angry young men who would shout and urge
people to hit and peopel to fight
they used the type of languge which gave me a fright
I took the mp3 player right back to the shop
I haned it back to the man and didnt stop
he tried to get me back by calling out me
he said something about giving me my money
but I ran as fast as I could back home
and pulled out my old gramaphone
I put on a record and listened to the sound
of old world music it was a joy to be around
so my dear people please dont go
for these new fangled machines
give the old ones a go