One day
One old gray man
Their boring lives
Revolving on the endless broken record
They shuffle their decks
Let go of their darts
Broken record life
Becomes a broken record way
Into the empty suburbia
Basketball still spins
Like a sturdy hoolahoop
Mesmerizing every little one of us
So keep shuffling your decks
But you shan’t complain the hand you’re dealt
Merry goes round
Merry goes flat
Marry so round
So lost so found
Such a steady life
Such a steady dream
Such a broken record strut
For me…