My Radio Is Telling Me To Kill (The Guys On My Radio)

Hey! Ho!
Hey! Ho!
Hey mister DJ, you’re the airwaves king
Got the grapevine open, would you play that thing
That goes, «Yup, screw it up, screw it up, tear it down
Yup, screw it up, screw it up, tear it down, whoa-oh?»
Oh wha-ah-ah oh oh oh
Hey mister DJ, 'fore you powder your nose
Would you play my song?
It’s the one that goes
«When we wore the haircuts, we wer the ones
When w wore the haircuts, we were the ones, whoa-oh»
Oh wha-ah-ah oh oh oh
I hear the craziest things when I walk around town
With my radio on
(With my radio on)
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you hear what I hear?
My radio is telling me, my radio is telling me
My radio is telling me to kill…
…The guys on my radio
Oh wha-ah-ah oh oh oh
(Hey! Ho!)
Oh wha-ah-ah oh oh oh
My transistor’s like a blister in the summer sun
You didn’t play my song, but you played that one
That goes, «Baby, my love’s like a big machete
My barn door’s down, so you’d better be ready»
Whoa-oh
Oh wha-ah-ah oh oh oh
I hear the craziest things when I walk around town
With my radio on
(With my radio on)
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you hear what I hear?
My radio is telling me, my radio is telling me
My radio is telling me to kill…
…The guys on my radio
Oh wha-ah-ah oh oh oh
(Hey! Ho!)
Oh wha-ah-ah oh oh oh
You keep telling me that we got party
That I dummy-dummy and you smart-smart-smarty
Lots of loyal listeners through the cit-cit-city
And if they hear what I hear, it won’t be pretty
Listen, mister, listen, play it quick-quick-quickly
My palms are getting sweaty, and my scalp’s all prickly
When you look like a plate full of ravioli
You’ll be doggone sorry that you played it so slowly
Whoa-oh
Oh wha-ah-ah oh oh oh
I hear the craziest things when I walk around town
With my radio on
(With my radio on)
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you hear what I hear?
My radio is telling me, my radio is telling me
My radio is telling me to kill…
…The guys on my radio
Oh wha-ah-ah oh oh oh
(Hey! Ho!)
Oh wha-ah-ah oh oh oh