Winchester Wax

This place had it all When we were too cool for school Rifling through the racks All the good tunes That hit all the right notes Talking 'bout Winchester Wax Golden oldie goldmine By the Golden Bridge Clad in Sta-Prest burgundy slacks All felt so smooth When you found your own groove Whatever works in Winchester Wax Something always turned up Digging in the past Ashes and diamonds in the stacks If only we could stay Forever and a day Living off the classical tracks And if things go down the tubes No one else to blame We had all the clues That the songs remain the same Gatefold memories And triple LPs Getting off and going back An undercover smoke filled room The one you painted black It's easy looking back To have the presence of mind I didn't think I'd fall through the cracks Whatever I did wrong I'm keeping all the songs From down at the Winchester Wax Down at the Winchester Wax