Lyrics:

(Lyle Lovett)Rober Earl this friend of mineYou know he's always looking after my best interestHe told me Lyle P. you need to get some actionGet your head back in lineYou need to get out on your own boyThis hanging around here's got to stopGet out on your own boyAnd take a little trip to the record shopI said the record shopBut Robert I don't need no recordsHe just smiled and he saidWhat you need is aRecord LadyRecord LadyShe's got the cutest little cartridgeThat you've ever seenShe's a phonographic dreamI didn't waste no time about itI put on my coat and shoesI packed up my old rocking chairAnd I left them hell on Church Street bluesAnd I went down to the record shopWhat else could I doShe was five-foot-one-and-three-quartersLord she claimed she five-foot-twoAnd she looked at me with her big green eyesAnd she said can I help you find somethingI said what you got on specialRecord LadyRecord LadyShe's got the cutest little cartridgeThat you've ever seenShe's a phonographic dreamActing very sophisticatedI began to browse aroundI walked up to the record ladyAnd I said I sure do like what I have foundIt would be so beautifulPlease come away with meWe could run down to IstanbulOr maybe even gay ParisAnd she looked at me with her big green eyesAnd she said can I help you find somethingI said what you got on specialRecord LadyRecord LadyShe's got the cutest little cartridgeThat you've ever seenShe's a phonographic dreamA phonographic dreamOne day you know I will see-a