Flipping through a record bin
    To figure out the State I'm in
    Landing on a relic of the past
    I know I should disagree,
      with all the guys that look like me
    Joni's going to put us all on blast

    The world is vinyl, as it spins
    Everyone stops listening
    Warped and warbled in a setting sun
    I know I should disagree,
      with all the guys that look like me
    Panicked that the facts will get unspun

      I'm not sorry
      I'm not sorry for you

    Pushing all my blue chips in
    To figure out the State I'm in
    Tilt the table til it's upside down
    I know I should disagree,
      with all the guys that look like me
    Who'd expect such cruelty from a clown

      I'm not sorry
      I'm not sorry for you