The flip side

The flip side Lyrics

Written by Robin Lynn Macy, Lisa Brandenburg and Laura LynchIn the world of high technology and store-bought Christmas trees We've put away our phonographs and black 'n white T.V.s We hang up plastic mistletoe, we light the logs with gas But this here is the flip side, an old ghost of Christmas pastRemember forty-fives in stacks and slumber party snacks When girls were not allowed to leave their fathers' house in slacks We still believed in Santa Claus, we still built things to last And this here is the flip side, a skip back to the pastHomemade gifts and recipes and old tales to exchange At afternoons gathered 'round my mother's radar range The candles lit, the doorbell rings, we'll put on Vaughn Monroe And warm our hands around the hearth with friends we've come to knowThis is the flip side and when the record's through We'll remember simpler times when most folks drove and seldom flew Should old acquaintance be forgot, should Barbie break with Ken Just move the record needle back and play the past againJust move the record needle back and play the past againYou send me Darlin' you send me I know you send me Honest you do Honest you do Honest you doWhoa, you thrill me I know you thrill me Darlin' you thrill me....