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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
Copyright ©
David Crandall
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