Put Your Records On The Chipettes

[Intro]
Do-do-do, oh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Three little birds sat on my window
And they told me I don't need to worry
Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe sometimes
We've got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change (Ooh)
The more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate

[Chorus]
Girl, put your records on
Tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down (Go on, let it down)
Sapphire and faded jeans
I hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, let your hair down
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow