I’m your old song... She’s your next tune... I know the words you used to say I know the way you looked my way I’ve played before, I’ve played too long I’m still here, your old song A little worn, a little slow I turn around, but you already know Di yi di, di ya da Ri yi ra, ri ya da Ti yi ti, ta ya ta I... ya... I... ya... I’m your old song She’s your next tune I’m the last dance She’s the new room I’m scratched vinyl Round and round She’s a feeling No hands can hold You put me on, then let me play But something new pulls you away She has no shape, she has no name You reach for her, she slips away I’m made of lines you knew by heart She’s something new before the start Ya di ya, yi da yi Da yi da, ri ya ri Ii ya ii, aa ya aa Yi da yi... ya da ya... I’m your old song She’s your next tune I’m the last dance She’s the new room I’m scratched vinyl Round and round She’s a feeling No hands can hold You can touch me You know my sound You can find me When she’s not around But she is nowhere She is everywhere You can want her But she won’t be there Ii yi ii, aa ya aa Ri yi ra, aa ya da Ti yi ti, ii ya aa I... I... aa... I’m your old song She’s your next tune I’m still playing Under your moon I’m scratched vinyl Round and round She’s immaterial You can’t hold her down Ii... aa... Yi ya... yi ya... Old song... New tune... I... aa... still playing still ..... playing......
