Nine-year-old puts his money down, 45

Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat
Every breath that I held for you, 45
There's a stack of shellac and vinyl
Which is yours now and which is mine? 45

Here is a song to sing to do the measuring
What you lose, what you gain, what you win?

Bass and treble heal every hurt
There's a rebel in a nylon shirt
But the words are a mystery, I've heard
'Til you turn it down to 33 and 1/3
'Cos it helps with the elocution
Corporations turn revolutions, 45

So don't you weep and shed
Just change your name instead
What you lose when it all goes to your head?
I heard something peculiar said
"Perhaps he's got a shot and now he's dead", 45

Bells are chiming and tears are falling
It creeps up on you without a warning, 45
Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat
Every breath that I bless, I'd be lost, I confess, 45
45, 45, 45
Yeah