Radio, Radio

I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial

Doing anything my radio advised

With every one of those late night stations

Playing songs, bringing tears to me eyes

I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver

When the switch broke 'cause it's old

They're saying things that I can hardly believe

They really think we're getting out of control

Radio is a sound salvation

Radio is cleaning up the nation

They say you better listen to the voice of reason

But they don't give you any choice

'Cause they think that it's treason

So you had better do as you are told

You better listen to the radio

I wanna bite the hand that feeds me

I wanna bite that hand so badly

I wanna make them wish they'd never seen me

Some of my friends sit around every evening

And they worry about the times ahead

But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference

And the promise of an early bed

You either shut up or get cut out

They don't wanna hear about it

It's only inches on the reel-to-reel

And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools

Tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel

Radio is a sound salvation

Radio is cleaning up the nation

They say you better listen to the voice of reason

But they don't give you any choice

'Cause they think that it's treason

So you had better do as you are told

You better listen to the radio

Wonderful radio

Marvelous radio

Wonderful radio

Radio, radio

Radio, radio

Radio, radio

Radio, radio

Radio, radio

Radio, radio

Radio, radio

Radio, radio