The Cautions — Out Of Print lyrics

Lyrics

No, I won’t miss you.
Now that you’ve said it’s final
I want back my fucking vinyl
It’s out of print, and I don’t think
I can get it back… My Grandmaster Flash
I won’t miss the hour-long fights that go nowhere, do nothing…
I won’t miss the company you keep, the snoring in your sleep, I won’t miss the
lipstick on every goddamn glass in my kitchen sink…
No, I won’t miss you.
Now that you’ve said it’s final
I want back my fucking vinyl
It’s out of print, and I don’t think
It will turn up soon… My Death In June
Whodini… Henry Mancini
Dead Milkmen… Bucky Fellini
Ric Ocasek… Barry White
Jimmy Walker… Dynomite!
Now that you’ve said it’s final
I want back my fucking vinyl
It’s out of print, and I don’t think
I can find it again… My Are We Not Men
Now that you’ve said it’s final
I want back my fucking vinyl
It’s out of print, and I don’t want it To end this way… fuck it, I’ll find it on Ebay
Â(c)2000 Eric Barao