Grateful Dead Cassette

To be sung to the tune of Little Red Corvette by Prince Roger Nelson I guess I should’ve known by the way you said, “you’ll get it back real soon” That I’d never see it again See, you’re the kinda person who listens to a tape and quickly loses it Like you might do with men I guess I must be dumb ‘cause you had all those tapes in your back seat A place you sometimes use But it was Saturday night, I guess you thought it might Be a good tape to choose I say, give me my Grateful Dead Cassette Baby your memory’s dim (oh) Grateful Dead Cassette You got it from me not him I guess I should’ve known you never returned a thing When at your place I could see All those familiar used books and records Only some of them belonged to me Believe it or not, I started to worry If one of my records might skip But it was Saturday night, and I thought you might Kiss me on the lips Oh yeah! My Grateful Dead Cassette Baby your memory’s dim (yes it is) My Grateful Dead Cassette You took it on a whim (oh oh) Recall like yours requires a mnemonic ‘Cause it’s on the verge of bein’ spotty Pay attention, baby, listen up I’m gonna give you a reminder, oh so, naughty I say, give me my Grateful Dead Cassette Baby your memory’s dim Grateful Dead Cassette You got it from me not him, hey hey My Grateful Dead Cassette You say it’s lost not found (not found?) My Grateful Dead Cassette Better find it, cuz I got to hear that sound My Grateful Dead Cassette I gotta hear that sound (honey, it must be found) Honey it must be found My Grateful Dead Cassette Baby your memory’s dim You got it from me, not him Girl, it’s a jam like I never heard, ow! What a ride Like a psychedelic bluegrass bird Ow! I say, give me my Grateful Dead Cassette Baby your memory’s dim Grateful Dead Cassette You got it from me not him