put your records on

Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright

The more thing seem to change, the more they stay the same.

Ooo, don't you hesitate.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song

You go ahead, let your hair down

Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,

Just go ahead, let your hair down.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.