Radio, Radio
Words & Music:
Declan Patrick Aloysius MacManus (Elvis Costello)
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I was tuning in the shine on
the light night dial doing anything my radio advised.
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C#m
With every one of those late
night stations playing songs, bringing tears to my eyes.
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I was seriously thinking about
hiding the receiver
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B/D#
When the switch broke 'cause
it's old.
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They're saying things that I
can hardly believe.
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They really think we're
getting out of control.
CHORUS:
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Radio is the sound
salvation. Radio is cleaning up
the nation.
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They say you better listen to
the voice of reason.
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But, they don't give you any
choice 'cause they think that it's treason.
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So, you had better do as you
are told.
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You better listen to the
radio.
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I want to bite the hand that
feeds me. I want to bite that hand so badly.
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I want to make them wish
they'd never seen me.
Some of my friends sit around
every eveninga nd they worry about the times ahead.
But everybody else is
overwhelmed by indifference and the promise of an early bed.
You better shut up or get cut
up; 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
Trying to anaesthetise the way
that you feel.
CHORUS:
CODA: [over opening riff:]
Wonderful radio! Marvelous radio! Wonderful radio! Radio, radio! Radio, radio!