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Not quite, he could never get the last one. :(
In the Olde Days (you know, the days when Random wordes were Capitalized and every worde had extra e`s in them) we had things called `records`, black plastic things with a long valley of bumps in them. A thin bit of metal would ride along the valley hitting the bumps, and the box above the metal thingy had miniature versions of Every Instrument Known To Man in it, so that when it hit a bump, a certain instrument would make a noise. Not sure of the exact mechanics of it, but it was something like that.
The thing was, these `records` would get scratched, and still played endlessly. So in trying to remember the lyrics of that song, my mind still told me it goes...
"Must go back in and fimust go back in and fimust go back in and fimust go back in and fimust go back in..."