Lo-Fi

[Verse 1]
Al Green in the kitchen
On the AM radio
Best bad sound that I ever did know
Scratchy and it's muddy
But it carries me through
Straight on down to Memphis in '72

[Chorus]
Oh my, lo-fi, what can I say?
Go ahead, punk, and make my day

[Verse 2]
A Fender Telecaster
And a Vibro-Champ
Sounds like holy hell
'Cause that ain't enough amp
To get above the drummer
You'll never reach your goal
So just turn it up to 10 and call it rock and roll

[Chorus]
Oh my, lo-fi, what can I say?
Go ahead, punk, and make my day
Oh my, lo-fi, what can I say?
Go ahead, punk, and make my day

[Verse 3]
Now back when I was younger
The way to go
Was listenin' to records on my stereo
I was all about the quality
I was all about the tone
Now I'm happy hearin' music on my telephone

[Chorus]
Oh my, lo-fi, what can I say?
Go ahead, punk, and make my day
Oh my, lo-fi, what can I say?
Go ahead, punk, and make my day