Record Lady
Lyle Lovett Lyrics

Robert Earl this friend of mine You know he's always looking after my best interest He told me Lyle P. you need to get some action Get your head back in line
Robert Earl, my friend, is always concerned about my welfare, and he advised me to take some action to focus myself and get back on track.

You need to get out on your own boy This hanging around here's got to stop Get out on your own boy And take a little trip to the record shop
Robert Earl was telling me to stop being idle and leave my current surroundings, suggesting that a visit to the record shop would be a good place to start.

I said the record shop But Robert I don't need no records He just smiled and he said What you need is a Record Lady
Initially, I protested that I didn't need to visit the record shop, but Robert Earl responded that I wasn't there for the records, but rather to meet the Record Lady.

She's got the cutest little cartridge That you've ever seen She's a phonographic dream
The Record Lady had an adorable little cartridge and was a perfect embodiment of a music lover's fantasy, exuding passion for phonography.

I put on my coat and shoes I packed up my old rocking chair And I left them hell on Church Street blues And I went down to the record shop What else could I do
I quickly gathered my things and headed to the record shop, leaving behind any troubles or stress from my current situation on Church Street due to the irresistible pull of the Record Lady.

She was five-foot-one-and-three-quarters Lord she claimed she five-foot-two And she looked at me with her big green eyes And she said can I help you find something I said what you got on special
The Record Lady was petite, and claimed to be five-foot-two inches tall, with captivating green eyes. She asked if she could assist me, and I inquired about any specials she may have had in stock.

Acting very sophisticated I began to browse around I walked up to the record lady And I said I sure do like what I have found
I attempted to appear refined as I perused the offerings in the store, and approached the Record Lady to express my admiration for the selection she had curated.

Please come away with me We could run down to Istanbul Or maybe even gay Paris And she looked at me with her big green eyes And she said can I help you find something
I implored the Record Lady to run away with me to exotic locales like Istanbul or Paris, but she maintained her composure and offered to help me find something specific in the store.

A phonographic dream One day you know I will see My phonographic fantasy In sweet fulfillment to the last detail Down in Acapulco Or even somewhere else
The Record Lady is an embodiment of my dreams for the perfect music aficionado, and I hope to one day find complete satisfaction in my phonographic desires with her, perhaps in a place as idealistic as Acapulco.

Just her and me together The whole day long Her and me together Playing them records all night long She's the Record Lady
I dream of a day filled with the Record Lady where we spend the entire day together, and proceed to play music all night long, with her at the center of my passion as the Record Lady

Set it spinning mama Don't ever stop my Record Lady
This phrase is simply an exclamation of my love for the Record Lady.