I drove from Ohio with my LPs in the back of my Dad's old car I don't miss the car and I don't miss home cuz they both were fallin' apart never should have left the records in the trunk the night they were stolen away they never let me down when my old man wouldn't give me the time of day Where's my vinyl and my LPs? they're everything to me I'm lost without my golden years I'll disappear, there's nothing for me here I'll disappear without my vinyl They can steal my clothes, they can take my books don't care how I look and I don't read but they stole my experience, and I can't Let It Be my Blonde on Blonde, and my Fresh Cream my Pet Sounds and my Albert King my Sly Stone and my Rubber Soul Begger's Banquet and my ELO House of the Holy, Blood on the Tracks Sounds of Silence, my Back in Black Where's my vinyl and my LPS? they're all that's left of me I'm lost without my golden years I'll disappear, there's nothing for me here I'll disappear without my vinyl I'll disappear far away from here I'll disappear without my vinyl far away, that's final I'll disappear without my vinyl here