I don't want things that are new
Don't want them now
and want them never anyhow

'Cause what's new now
isn't made with a heart
It's designed to go bad
I understand but still it's sad

For the things that are older
were made with much more love
so much more
that I'll never get enough

Pass on things that you don't want to keep
It's something I have to say
don't throw it all away

Even though that radio looks cheap
it still hasn't gone bad
you can make somebody glad

When I was a kid I got this radio one day
And it changed my life in a way I can't describe

The dump's nothing more
than a graveyard
where machines go to die
you can even hear them cry

Things are alive in their own cosy way
they may look dead but they're asleep
you can even hear them weep