You and Me, Frank Sinatra

Oh, God, and that's why I don't
go into record stores. They get me so that
I don't even know what I like.
The record store guys
are watching me browse, and
they don't think I'm looking in the right section.
And they think I don't handle the records
properly, by the edges. And when I have trouble
getting the records back into the sleeves,
the record store guys laugh up theirs.
I know how much they hate me, because
I work in a store, too.

So so so
sing sing sing sing
me that song, Frank,
One more time.
You know, which one.
The last one.