You Got A Great Body But Your Record Collection Sucks Lyrics

You Got A Great Body But Your Record Collection Sucks lyrics



I think I'm gonna go home, 'cause you just ran out of beer

And there's nothing you can say that'll make me wanna stay around here

You're lying there half naked

But these tunes you're playing just won't make it

You got a great body, but your record collection sucks



You got every Tom Cruise film soundtrack ever made

They might get you off, but they ain't gonna get you laid

Modern country and gangsta rap

And what's with all this New Age crap?

You got a great body, but your record collection sucks



I'm afraid that I'll never learn to live

With what you call "alternative"

Unplugged albums and charity projects

And bands named for inanimate objects



But I gotta go now 'cause you just put on "The Wall"

Don't try to phone 'cause I won't return the call

I could never fall in love

With a member of a record club

You got a great body, but your record collection sucks



I'm afraid that I'll never learn to live

With what you call "alternative"

All your unplugged albums and charity projects

And bands named for inanimate objects



"All the great love songs that only two can share

On one CD for the first time anywhere"

You can save 'em for another guy

"Operators are standing by"

You got a great body, but your record collection sucks