Radio

Hey, when you go away, go away, son.
It makes me so sad, so fuckin' sad.
I turn off all the lights in the day sun,
And cry 'til you come back.
The Radio, it tells me so,
It makes me spin around and around some.
The Radio, it lets me know,
You’ll always be around, 'cause you’re so loud.
Hey, when you gettin' grass on the hand, son,
I think about the girls, always fuckin' girls.
Tune into your FM, spread the map some,
And make love to the world.
The Radio, it tells me so,
It makes me spin around and around some.
The Radio, it lets me know,
You’ll always be around, 'cause you’re so…
Ooh, la la. Your rotation.
Ohh, la, la. Tune into your station.
The Radio, it tells me so.
You’ll always be around.
The Radio, it tells me so,
It makes me spin around and around some.
The Radio, it lets me know,
You’ll always be around, 'cause you’re so loud.
You’re so loud.