We used to sit in the corner
Listening to The Joker
They were playing it over and over
Every night at the Radio Bar
Hey Wendy what are you thinking?
I've got to check my messages
Who's got a dime?
At four they lock all the doors
And there's nowhere to go
And we got nothing but time
(Modulate!)
They put our song in the jukebox
It was a hit with the drunk jocks
Even the guys with the dreadlocks
Sang along at the Radio Bar
One night there was a girl there
For some reason she pulled up her chair
She said ?Why don't we go some-where??
So I passed her her coat
That was all that she wrote
That was it for the Radio Bar
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
That was it for the Radio Bar