My dad used Kris Kristofferson
As is way to get over mum
I use the legendary Roots
To pull the straps of my boots
On vinyl, through dad’s technics deck
Bought with his first pay cheque
Mitsubishi amp, Goodman’s speakers
Both got over respective partners
But she came back, they made me
And that is my mythology
And daddy’s always been there
Pat’s my hair, lets me see his care.
He ordered for me a stylus
That took three months the get to us
But worth it to hear the vinyl bumps
The way he’d listened to them once.
He quietly slips me some cash
Doesn’t push me on the hash
Always lets me borrow the car
I’m his wee poetry star.