Death by wood chipper
Round and round and round and round she goes
Round and round
Round and round and round and round she goes
Round and round
Round and round and round and round she goes

Oooooo, yeah

You're outdated, you're collecting dust
I gotta get rid of you
Oh, don't you know I must
You're worthless to me now
I have to let you die
I'm gonna put you in the closet
With the rest of my

Old scratchy records
That's right
Old scratchy records
Oooooo, yeah
Oooooo, yeah

You're slowly getting far away
I can't make out the words that you say
I'm not gonna put you on
Your purpose is completely gone
I'm tired of your skipping
I'm too lazy to go flipping

Old scratchy records
Old scratchy records

Oh, I can't take you back
To hear the spooky things you know
I can't tell if you are groovy
Can't listen to you slow
I won't waste my time with a needle
I can't track it
Turn the table
Get back in your worn-out paper jacket

Old scratchy records
Old scratchy records
Take me away
Oooooo, yeah