Analog Man

I'm an analog guy livin' in the digital age
I write letters with a pencil
And when I read the paper
I like to turn a printed page
Well don't get me wrong
Computers are fine
One day I might give 'em a try
It's the digital age
But I'm still an analog guy
I do my cookin' on gas
I don't need a microwave
I'd rather see it all boil
In a stainless steel pan
Sittin' on a bright blue flame
Well call me outdated
Call me antiquated
Call me as you're drivin' by
It's the digital age
But I'm still an analog guy
I drive a '62 Plymouth
Rusted and brown
Eight-track tape deck
There's no better sound
Duct and bailin' wire hold it all together
I guess I'll be drivin' the dang thing forever
Call me outdated
Call me antiquated
Call me as you're drivin' by
It's the digital age
But I'm still an analog guy
I called up my banker
Checkin' on my checkin' account
And this automated message
Said listen to the menu
Or dial your extension now
Well my rotary phone wouldn't make the connection
I think we're headed in the wrong direction
It's time to take a look from a different point of view
It's the digital age
But I've got the analog blues