Seventy-eights

I just bought a record player but it won't play my seventy-eights.

It only plays thirty-threes and forty-fives and that's something I hate.

I have over a hundred seventy-eights with some terrific singers.

But to be able to play them, I have to spin the wheel really fast with my finger.

My hand is getting tired and this sure does aggravate.

I want a record player that will play my damn seventy-eights.

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