Carpoolparty Hot Tapes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I turn it up, I turn it up
I turn it up higher
Till the tape's on fire
Yeah, my car came equipped
With a new CD player
In layers the LEDs would glow
And show the information
Of the laser scan across the trays
Of the six CD changer
Yeah, but then I grew lethargic
Got nostalgic for a time
When I didn't know what life was
State of the art had an audible fuzz
And the static of the stations
I recorded when they played
My favorite mash-ups
So I hit up the pawn shop
Traded my new player
For a hot tape drive
And then I remembered
There's just something kinda special
About magnetic information
So now I listen to the hits
In my hot tape drive
Nothing but cassettes
In my hot tape drive
Hot to the touch
When the music is done
Yeah, hot tapes
Are what I listen on
And I turn it up, yeah
I turn it up higher
Tapes on fire, fire, fire, fire
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I turn it up, I turn it up
I turn it up higher
Till the tape's on fire
Yeah
Nothing better than
The hot tape analogue
Coming out my speakers
Pumping out the woofers
And the tweeters
Making the bass kick harder
And the treble fly smooth
Yeah, you might argue
This song is a tribute
To the old school
But I'm not old school
I'm simply remembering
I'd rather call this
An ode to my memory
A remedy for zeros and ones
Playing nothing but the best
In my hot tape drive
A sauna for cassettes
Is my hot tape drive
Hot to the touch
When the music is done
Yeah, hot tapes
Are what i listen on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I turn it up, I turn it up
I turn it up higher
Till the tape's on fire