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 my 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 the 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.
I want to bite the hand that feeds me.
I want to bite that hand so badly.
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me.
Some of my friends sit around every evening
Wonderful radio Marvelous radio
Wonderful radio Radio, radio.
Radio, radio.