The Last Real Record Store on Earth — Will Chase Lyrics

The Last Real Record Store on Earth Song Lyrics

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Rob:
I've got my daily crossword, and there's coffee in the pot.
I've got cable and a girlfriend who is p**sed off, but she's hot.
I've got records that it's taken me a lifetime to amass,
And I play them on a system that will kick your system's ass!

And if my life's not perfect,
If I'm anxious, bored, or sad,
Well, today may be less sh*tty--
With whole chunks of not so bad!

And I wouldn't change a thing about it;
No, I wouldn't want to change a thing.
In a world that's unreliable,
These are rocks on which to cling.
Nothing's great and nothing's new--
But "nothing" has its worth.
Meet the real go-getter
With the thrift store sweater
And the last real record store on earth!

I get by, relying on the
Freaks who can't survive
Without their Japanese import o
Or their Zappa 45.
They're really kinda sad
Hell, I'd be making fun of them,
If it weren't for the fact
I'm really one of them.

Yes, if you're into vinyl,
We've got everything essential.
I'm sitting on a business that has
Zero growth potential!

Pale Young Men:
And I wouldn't change a thing about it,
A-K rack, L-Z.
It's dark and dingy, never crowded;
All a record store should be.

Rob:
"For the serious collector
Who knows a record's worth"
Need a vintage Decca?
Step into my mecca.
It's the last real record store on earth!

di*k: (singing along to music on his headphones)
Ever since I lost control...

Rob: (to the audience)
That's di*k. He works for me.

di*k:
It's a Hiroshima of the soul.

Rob:
He's listened to every record in this store...


di*k:
Ever since we've been apart...

Rob:
...twice.

di*k:
It's a Hiroshima of my heart.

Pale Young Men:
Hiroshima of my heart...

di*k:
I want to find a love,
A love to call my own.
But I'm too weird and shy.
I guess I'll die alone.

Rob:
Barry, you're late.

Barry:
Yeah, sorry, I stopped to get you this box of.....seven donuts.

Rob: (to the audience re: Barry and di*k)
What can I do?
They came as temps.
But then they started showing up here every day!
It's been four years.
They just won't leave.
They never even ask me for a raise in pay.

And as I gaze across this filthy space,
I see insanity in every face.
Some days I think I should just torch the place!

But then I think where would I go?
Find guys who prize the things I know?

Barry:
It smells like ass--

All:
But even so...

I wouldn't change a thing about it!
Cause most other stores are cr*p!
Buying music shouldn't be like
Buying khakis at the Gap!

Pale Young Men:
Don't fall into the Gap!

Rob, di*k & Barry:
We're the experts here on everything
That's anything of worth!

All:
If you hate mass market
Bring your ass and park it
At the last real record store on earth!

Barry & di*k: (a la David Byrne/Devo/robot dance)
This ain't no Tower!

Pale Young Men:
This ain't no Tower!

Barry & di*kL
This ain't no Coconuts!

Pale Young Men:
This ain't no Coconuts!

Barry: And this ain't no soulless sanitized corporate Third Reich f**king WalMart!

Rob:
Alright, Barry!

Barry:
They're sucking the blood out of the little guys!

Rob:
No sh*t.

My rent check bounced.

Barry:
I live at home.

di*k:
Stayed up til four watching Mary Tyler Moore.

Rob:
My girl holds out.

Barry:
My girl inflates.

di*k:
I think I had sex once but I'm not sure.

All:
The things I hope for seem so far away.

di*k:
So far away.

All: I'm not too brilliant on the day-to-day.

Barry:
What's the day today?

All:
That's why I come Monday through Saturday--

And I wouldn't change a thing about it,
My whole world's inside this store.
Where would I go,
What would I do without it?
This is what I'm living for.

For the serious collector
Who knows a record's worth!

Rob:
If you hate mass market
Bring your ass and park it

All:
It's the best, that's final!
Find the finest vinyl
At the last real record store!

Rob: (repeating in a round)
We've got blues and soul and R&B.
We've got blues and soul and R&B.

Barry: (round)
Ska, punk and new wave...
Ska, punk and new wave...

di*k: (round)
Hip hop, rock, and pop.
Hip hop, rock, and pop.

Rob, di*k & Barry:
And the only thing that we dno't have is
Customers who shop!

Rob:
I always dreamed someday
I'd have this wonderful career.
I went where the music took me
And oh God, it took me here.

And they'll write it on my tombstone
Right beside my date-of-birth:
Part-time stoner
Went from clerk to owner
Of the last real record store on earth!

Barry, di*k & All:
I wouldn't change a thing about it
Gonna get up on the roof and shout it!
But will it hold us all? I doubt it!

Rob:
And I--

Barry:
I--

di*k:
I--

All:
I wouldn't change a thing!
I wouldn't change a thing!
I wouldn't change a thing!

[Thanks to for lyrics]