[Verse 1]
First Saturday retired, I'm down on the rumpus room floor
Click-lock LVP, 3/8-inch by the baseboard
Spacers wedged tight like a marriage counselor's word
Wife needs the dryer but I ain't moving them spurs
I know what happens when you rush the set
July humidex hits ninety-five, that floor'll buckle and sweat

[Chorus]
I chipped the factory edge on my tapping block
Forty years of concrete, now I let the vinyl breathe
I chipped the factory edge on my tapping block
Forty years of concrete, now I let the vinyl breathe

[Verse 2]
Forty years pouring concrete into the frozen ground
Foundations don't forgive, they don't shift or make a sound
But this floating floor's got a coefficient to respect
So I'm guarding that perimeter like a architect
She's standing there with a basket of wet towels in hand
I say "Baby, let it breathe if you want it to stand"

[Chorus]
I chipped the factory edge on my tapping block
Forty years of concrete, now I let the vinyl breathe
I chipped the factory edge on my tapping block
Forty years of concrete, now I let the vinyl breathe

[Bridge]
You can't force the set on a slab, can't rush the cure
Same as us, same as this, same as anything pure
The spacer blocks stay put 'til the acclimation's through
I'm learning to let things move like I never used to do

[Chorus]
I chipped the factory edge on my tapping block
Forty years of concrete, now I let the vinyl breathe
I chipped the factory edge on my tapping block
Forty years of concrete, now I let the vinyl breathe

[Outro]
Three-eighths of an inch... let it breathe... let it breathe...