You can keep your Walkman's and your compact discs

They’re simply a lesser form not as good as this 

record, this vinyl, this stir crazy spin cycle

pale cheap imitations of this pure original

Dip into those grooves baby, up down each one with a different sound a

different story to tell

Lay that needle down

I don’t need no iPods, more products from apple

the only fruit I need is the fruit of my intuition telling me that

enough is enough

Let’s go back to that crackling hiss, that snap that let you and me know

Hey this,

This is music.

This is a song, a tune, this is how it is meant to be

this is pure ecstasy

Heaven in a headphone, Nirvana from a speaker

Moksha from that music, take me back

Hallelujah I say, lay that needle down

and let it play. 

Give me that groove

That snap, that crackle

As that goes round and round

Give me that stir crazy spin cycle

Give me back 

that vinyl

spin it,

spin me round and round

I’m a DJ baby and I don’t spin no other way.