Don't tie me up, and take my timeWaiting years, and wondering whyI love old songs, and what to knowJust turn them up, and let on goI ask myself what I need, on sick blues and melodiesThis old tune's what I desire, it's hot as hellIt burns like fire, burns like fireHow about you, how about youWonder where you're going toFlying by and out of viewI'll keep looking, how about youI love old lights from the radioBut nowadays I just don't knowThere's less and less for me to proveJust more folks to prove it toTo prove it toHow about you, how about youWonder where you're going toFlying by and out of viewI'll keep looking, how about youTelephones won't let me beThey never sound like what I needUp all night listening toThe things you say and never doYou never doAlright, alrightHow about you, how about youWonder where you're going toHow about you, how about youWonder where you're going toHow about you, how about youWonder where you're going toFlying by and out of viewI'll keep looking, how about you