Record Lady Lyle Lovett

Robert Earl, this friend of mine
You know he's always looking after my best interest
He told me, "Lyle P. you need to get some action
And get your head back in line
You need to get out on your own, boy
This hanging around here's got to stop
Get out on your own, boy
And take a little trip to the record shop"

I said, "The record shop?
But, Robert, I don't need no records"
He just smiled and he said
"What you need is a record lady
Record lady, record lady
She's got the cutest little cartridge
That you've ever seen
She's a phonographic dream"

I didn't waste no time about it
I put on my coat and shoes
I packed up my old rocking chair
And I left them hell on Church Street blues
And I went down to the record shop
What else could I do?
She was five-foot-one and three-quarters
Lord, she claimed she was five-foot-two
And she looked at me with her big green eyes
She said, "Can I help you find something?"
I said, "What you got on special?"