If I was in your shoes
They'd probably be too tight
And if I was your record player
I'd probably play too quiet
And if I was your front porch swing
I'd probably swing too high
With a crochet blanket wrapped up tight around you, thinking

Nobody needs a record player
That's why you buy them second-hand
We've been around the blocks and all the charity shops
Then I found you there and now I understand

You're my beautiful girl
You're my beautiful girl
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh

And if I was an eight ball
I'd give you bad advice
Your lava lamp and yucca plant
I love you more than is right

Nobody needs a record player
But to make our house a home
Your beauty's in the snaps, the crackles and the pops
And you've spoiled my chance for me to dance alone
Yeah, you've spoiled my chance for me to dance alone

With my beautiful girl
You're my beautiful girl
Yeah, you're my beautiful girl
You're my beautiful girl