Oh my radio, my radio,
Well who are we to argue
Oh my radio, my radio,
We're still in love with you
Oh my radio, my radio,
Well who are we to argue
Oh my radio, my radio
With the precision of a butcher,
A voice fit for a choir,
I'm your loveable, well respected,
Upstanding representative for this town,
And your dreams are my dreams
And your problems are my problems,
And I would never tell a lie so
Everyone in line
Dream broken by the awful sound of the static on the stereo
Man say's Hes too fat,
Hes too old, Got wrong skin too
And I have never ever said,
Any word a lie anything just like this Is fine,
Just to keep you in line

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