Soulful, melodious injections....
Rendering soothing pulsations
Sweet sensations to the spine....
Organic rhythms of the time
Just what the doctor ordered...
after a long day of hustling and bustling
I take a nice seat on the couch
A turntable, a record, and a needle in hand
Self-administering dose after dose of natural healin'
Now, I'm standing and moving 'cause the medicine is working
I'm big smiling and grooving 'cause the pain is no longer lurking
O' great 30s,40s,50s, and 60s...
Spinning, sweetly spinning from the turntable to my spine
Oh, let's not forget about the 70s,80s, and 90s....
Organic sounds still whirling around, oh my what a time
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