Lyrics

I got a call from Bob Dylan
He said “Hey man how you doin’”
I said “Hey Zimmerman I’m doin’ fine
Thanks for droppin’ me a line”

And I got a message from Joni
She’s blue but the smile’s still showing
The big yellow taxi’s still rollin’ along
They paved it all up and it’s gone

Here I am with all of my friends
In my record collection
Come on by with my friends and I
spinnin’ round havin’ a time

So I sat down with ol’ Tom Waits
He said “Let’s grab a beer for god sakes
These dimly bars are a place I call home
But it’s last call now leave me alone”

So Pop Rock goes from A to Z
The Jazz is beside R&B
Classical, Punk records, live albums too
And speakers cranking out the tunes

Here I am with all of my friends
In my record collection
Come on by with my friends and I
Spinnin’ round havin’ a time

So I paid a visit to Stevie
We hit the road to Motor City
Thank you to Berry, Smokey and the Bro’s
You sure cooked it up down in the hole
(They were called the Funk Brothers,
I thought you should know)

So I start to dust off the 12 Bars
There’s Buddy and Muddy and a tip jar
Grandma’s piano has gone out of tune
But Ray can still light up the room

And of course, albums that are new, well
They are still paying their dues
We’ll be paying our dues for a long time, I know
But let’s carry on with the show

Here I am with all of my friends
In my record collection
Come on by with my friends and I
spinnin’ round havin’ a time