This is a little Panasonic, ah, AM/FM Stereo, phonograph and cassette tape recorder that I bought some time back in the mid 70s
Been sitting in a closet gathering dust, so I thought I'd get it out and see if it still works

I got tapes for dancing, tapes for listening
Tapes for samplin and tapes for mixing
Tapes for breaking and tapes for fixing
And tapes...

Tapes for playing, tapes for stomping
Tapes for raving and tapes for rocking
Tapes for loving, tapes for kissing
Tapes for hugging, tapes for whistling

I got tapes for cars, tapes for stars
Tapes for your tits, and tapes for your arse
I got tapes for tea, tapes for toast
Tapes for your friends and for your foes

I got tapes for your hoes and tapes for your bro's
Tapes for your fears and tapes for your woes
I got tapes for your ears, tapes for your nose
Tapes for your shoes and tapes for your clothes

Got tapes for the jacks, tapes for the blacks
Tapes for your man getting sick in the jacks
I got tapes for his beour, she's out on the floor, with my fingers in her fanny and she's asking for more
I got tapes for your Ma, tapes for your Da
Tapes for your brother whose a bit of a spa
I got tapes for the deaf, tapes for the blind
Tapes for the fat bird from behind

The CD skips and the record jumps when you're bouncing on the floor
And the radio don't play your favourite music anymore
Now the MP3 and the DVD ain't nothin but mistakes
So get your fat ass on the floor and listen to - listen to my tapes

Tapes for the big, tapes for the small
Tapes for your dick and tapes for your balls
Tapes for Jason in the radio station, tapes for communion and confirmation

Tapes for the pleasure, tapes for pain
Tapes for the little boy who lives down the lane
Tapes for illin', tapes for chillin'
Tapes for Barry and Tony Dillon

Tapes for the early, tapes for the late
Tapes for the boys out in Thomondgate
Tapes for wheelin', tapes for dealin'
Tapes for my main man Marty Whelan

Tapes for him, tapes for her
Tapes for Sean, and tapes for Ger
Tapes for me, tapes for you
Let's get wrecked on bags of tapes
The CD skips and the record jumps when you're bouncing on the floor
And the radio don't play your favourite music anymore
Now the MP3 and the DVD ain't nothin but mistakes
So get your fat ass on the floor and listen to - listen to my tapes

Hold on, sonny, what's so funny? Are you lauging cos my tapes are shit?
Well if you like this tape that I taped today, then you're sure to have a hit
Because the kids on the street dance to the beat on the mix-tape that I made
They rock the groove from their head to their shoes, so shut your mouth, you prick

I like the tape I tape each day that's how I take my tapes
I time the time it takes to tape to see how long it takes
And if you play my tapes to hear my take you'll hear some funky breaks
They're funky breaks I taped today, of which there's no escape

I got tapes for your foes, I got tapes for your hoes
Tapes for your bros, got tapes for you ears and tapes for you nose
I got tapes for your fears, tapes for your woes
And tapes for your shoes (aw, no! [laughter])