Verse 1 :
I was designed to spin you the finest tracks,
I'm thin, my skin is a shiny black.
Yeah, I am wax.
I hibernate in my crate and I relax...
Waiting for the perfect life,
for my band to sell me as merchandise.
Fourty fans wait for me in line.
I ain't even been heard but I've already been signed.
Off I go, I'm so so lucky.
I've found me a home and my owner loves me.
I spin ten times a day.
He grins and sings while I play.
But one night, my owner throws a party.
gets stoned and I'm stolen by somebody.
Please, help ! I'm all by myself,
Covered in dust on a stranger's shelf. d***!
Hook :
Why d'they take me away from my home sweet home ?
d***, I wanna go back.
Verse 2 :
Twenty years have passed since I've been strayed.
I've hollered, I've cussed, I've begged and I've prayed,
My cover's colours are beginning to fade.
I'm smothered in dust,'cause I never get played.
One day, I'm stuffed in a box,
With busted up kicks and ugly clocks.
Exposed at the market for the customers' flux
and I'm sold to a chump for a couple of bucks.
Taken home to be frantically handled,
his hand pulls me back, I'm scratched and dismantled.
My new owner hacks up my tracks like a vandal,
My piano notes get extracted as samples.
He uses and abuses me,
glues me to a beat, spews a few gooves with me, two or three.
when I thought we were just getting started,
he takes me back to the market...
Hook :
I can't wait to return to my home sweet home,
'cause I've traveled a lot.
Verse 3 :
Once again, I'm out in the cold,
exposed on the market, waiting to be sold.
Far from home, feeling abandonned.
A random man grabs me and I'm examined.
He buys me whilst rubbing his palms,
and calmly wanders off with me under his arm.
I must've gained value by today
'cause he put me up on eBay right away.
When will this s*** stop, I'm p***** off.
quickly bought again and then getting shipped off.
But this time... to a known place.
I'm opened and see my owner's face.
He sees the autographs, sheds a tear,
we've both got old, it's been over twenty years.
He gives me a spin, sings to my tracks.
d*** it feels good to be back... Home !
I'm so glad I returned to my home sweet home,
Back to where I belong.
(the loop spins round)
I was designed to spin you the finest tracks,
I'm thin, my skin is a shiny black.
Yeah, I am wax.
I hibernate in my crate and I relax...
Waiting for the perfect life,
for my band to sell me as merchandise.
Fourty fans wait for me in line.
I ain't even been heard but I've already been signed.
Off I go, I'm so so lucky.
I've found me a home and my owner loves me.
I spin ten times a day.
He grins and sings while I play.
But one night, my owner throws a party.
gets stoned and I'm stolen by somebody.
Please, help ! I'm all by myself,
Covered in dust on a stranger's shelf. d***!
Hook :
Why d'they take me away from my home sweet home ?
d***, I wanna go back.
Verse 2 :
Twenty years have passed since I've been strayed.
I've hollered, I've cussed, I've begged and I've prayed,
My cover's colours are beginning to fade.
I'm smothered in dust,'cause I never get played.
One day, I'm stuffed in a box,
With busted up kicks and ugly clocks.
Exposed at the market for the customers' flux
and I'm sold to a chump for a couple of bucks.
Taken home to be frantically handled,
his hand pulls me back, I'm scratched and dismantled.
My new owner hacks up my tracks like a vandal,
My piano notes get extracted as samples.
He uses and abuses me,
glues me to a beat, spews a few gooves with me, two or three.
when I thought we were just getting started,
he takes me back to the market...
Hook :
I can't wait to return to my home sweet home,
'cause I've traveled a lot.
Verse 3 :
Once again, I'm out in the cold,
exposed on the market, waiting to be sold.
Far from home, feeling abandonned.
A random man grabs me and I'm examined.
He buys me whilst rubbing his palms,
and calmly wanders off with me under his arm.
I must've gained value by today
'cause he put me up on eBay right away.
When will this s*** stop, I'm p***** off.
quickly bought again and then getting shipped off.
But this time... to a known place.
I'm opened and see my owner's face.
He sees the autographs, sheds a tear,
we've both got old, it's been over twenty years.
He gives me a spin, sings to my tracks.
d*** it feels good to be back... Home !
I'm so glad I returned to my home sweet home,
Back to where I belong.
(the loop spins round)