I've Got Problems

I've got problems But they don't amount to much They may be small compared to others But they're still deadly to the touch And I know they're not my own As I share them with the masses They are everywhere I go People wear them on their faces But I love the sound coming out of this old time radio What's this sensation That's making its way into the station Could it be that motivation that I keep hearing so much about? All this commotion From this runaway locomotion I try focus in But instead I'm tuning out To the sound coming out of this old time radio A dying sound our future children may never know Now we know where to begin Sometimes the hardest part of starting out is jumping in But the morning always comes After a night that always came So get up, oooh, and get out Welcome today Welcome today I've got problems But they don't amount to much Like wrapping up these words that have been haunting me for months But I don't want to sing too fast Because I know this song won't last And when the moment's passed Oh there won't be nothing left But the sound coming out of this old time radio The sound coming out of this old time radio The sound coming out of this old time radio Ooooh (The sound coming out of this old time radio) Woooah (The sound coming out of this old time radio) Woooah (The sound coming out of this old time radio) The sound coming out of this old time radio The sound coming out of this old time radio The sound coming out of this old time radio