Put Your Records On

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, hm Maybe sometimes We've got it wrong, but it's alright The more things seem to change The more they stay the same Ooh, don't you hesitate Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song You go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you catch your dream Just go ahead, let your hair down You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely Sippin' tea in the bar by the roadside (just relax, just relax) Don't you let those other boys fool you Got to love that afro hairdo Maybe sometimes We feel afraid, but it's alright The more you stay the same The more they seem to change Don't you think it's strange? Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song You go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you catch your dream Just go ahead, let your hair down You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow