Radio

Don’t sell any more guitars in Seattle
I’m tired of the buzz and that irritating rattle
I really like the first band, but the rest they sound the same
And everybody sings like that, it must be all the rain
I think there’s somethin’ wrong with my radio
I keep hearin’ the same songs everywhere I go
I might be mistaken, could be I just don’t know
Maybe, somethin’s wrong with my radio, yea

I unplugged it from the wall, so I could take it back
I brought it to the repair man at the Radio Shack
I said, I really like Led Zeppelin and I really like the Doors
But I can’t bear to hear Stairway to Heaven anymore
I think there’s somethin’ wrong with my radio
I keep hearing the same songs everywhere I go
Could it be I’m bitter, perhaps a little slow?
Maybe, somethin’s wrong with my radio, yea

So listen, Mr. DJ, please don’t get me wrong
When you get my new record, you can play it five times a day
And all night long, all night long, all night long
I think there’s somethin’ wrong with my radio
I keep hearing the same songs everywhere I go
My friends, they left for Country, but I don’t wanna go
Maybe, somethin’s wrong, could be, somethin’s wrong
I think there’s somthin’ wrong with my radio, yea