The Record Collector

I was in LA for a couple of days

Lookin' for the Holy Grail

A record shop where the kings of bop

Were sure to make a sale

A Columbia six-eye number one pressing

And I'm feeling "Kind of Blue"

But when I walk in the store you're ready for war

Said there's nothing here for you

Here I am

Don't you understand

What I am

Mr. Record Collector man

Here I am

Don't you understand

What I am

Now I'll admit my hair looks funny

Don't be fooled by my rock & roll clothes

Cause my Impulse, Riverside, Blue Note catalogue addiction

Worse than the kind you put up your nose

Here I am

Don't you understand

What I am

Mr. Record Collector man

Here I am

Don't you understand

What I am

Mr. Record Collector man

Record Collector man

Record Collector man

I get it

You don't like me

And you won't move an inch to help me out

You're just sitting here with all these records

And I'm just trying not to freak out

Now maybe it's just one of those days

When the whole wide world is in an uproar

What's the name of this store again I say

Well it's painted outside on the Goddamn door so get out!

Here I am

Don't you understand

What I am

Mr. Record Collector man

Here I am

Don't you understand

What I am

Mr. Record Collector man