[Verse 1] Dad's old speakers in my little flat One has a corner where the cat once scratched He said, "They're heavy, take a friend" Then helped me carry both of them I plugged them in beside the door They made this rented place feel like a home [Pre-Chorus] I thought I'd brought a pair of wooden boxes Then that first bass note brought back a whole lot more [Chorus] Turn up Dad's old speakers Let the good days fill the room Every song still sounds a little sweeter With a bit of home inside the groove Turn up Dad's old speakers Make some brand-new memories too I got older, got my own keys Still got something good to move me [Verse 2] He calls to ask if they still work I put the phone beside the opening verse He hums a line a little wrong I don't correct it, I just sing along He says the kitchen sounds too quiet I say next Sunday, bring your records by [Pre-Chorus] I thought I'd brought a pair of wooden boxes Then that first bass note brought back a whole lot more [Chorus] Turn up Dad's old speakers Let the good days fill the room Every song still sounds a little sweeter With a bit of home inside the groove Turn up Dad's old speakers Make some brand-new memories too I got older, got my own keys Still got something good to move me [Bridge - intimate solo vocal, piano and strings] Things get passed from hand to hand More than anybody plans Some are scratched and some are worn Some keep giving a little more [Instrumental interlude - orchestra and rhythm section, no vocals] [Final Chorus] Turn up Dad's old speakers Let the good days fill the room Every song still sounds a little sweeter With a bit of home inside the groove Turn up Dad's old speakers Make some brand-new memories too I got older, got my own keys Still got something good to move me [Outro] Next Sunday, bring your records by We'll make a whole good afternoon of it
