My Walkman
It's My Walkman
And it's worth its weight in gold
It's got a belt clip (Yeah)
To keep it strapped on tight
I tuck my jacket underneath
To make sure that it's working right
A metal hair band (Huh)
That links the two headphones
I listen to the music
And I'm sure I'll never be alone
Bumpin' on as I walk down the street
With so much music spinning all day long
You know I time my footsteps to the sound of the beat
And memorize every little song
It's My Walkman
Songs are spinning round and round
It's My Walkman
Play it 'til the sun goes down
My Walkman
Always needed batteries
But when I pressed the play button the
Energy infected me
I'd turn the whole thing over
When the tape got to its end
And when the music's getting stale
I'd trade one tape for another with my friend
Hey, you got the new Living Colour?
This is Bon Jovi New Jersey
Ow
I made a mix tape (What?)
Like a doggie bag to go
I'd turn my boombox on and tape songs
off of FM radio
It's like a movie (Yeah)
A personal soundtrack
It starts right when I leave the house
And goes until I'm getting back
Something happens when the beat matches up
With the world that's spinning outside
You know the drums and guitars trying to keep up
With my heart that's beating inside
It's My Walkman
Never gonna let me down
My Walkman
'Cause I never had a pet
It ate so many batteries
Headphones the leash around my neck
With tapes so full of music
That I mixed all on my own
Each one a little segment
Of my very own radio show
It's My Walkman
So it's like a ipod?
Writer/s: Giles Barskin Forman
