Lyrics:
transcriptions or tape recordings")
(Clip of Motown song "Mr. Big Star" fades into lyrics)
You can hear the music
Of the AM radio
The VCR and the DVD
There
Of the AM Radio
The VCR and the DVD
There was none of that crap
Back in 1970
We didn't know about a
World Wide Web
It was a whole different game
Being played
You got the mic, people
So called street cred
The radio, the TV, the world wide web
But we can't do nothing with what you said
Sounds like somebody's
go!
Video never killed the radio star
I tune in at home and in my car
Twenty-four seven, seven eleven
There better be radio when I get to heaven
And standing in the door
He said, if you've come to take the car away
I don't have it anymore
I don't have it anymore
He got the gospel on the radio
eh)
Got your bitch on my phone, yeah she coming home (she coming home)
Turn up the stereo (stereo oh)
Got my music playing live on the radio (radio oh)
we go, here we go!
Here we go, here we go, here we go!
Here we go, here we go...
Video never killed the radio star,
I'm tuned in at home and in my
in my family
Named Danny
And I'm not sure
Where he is today
He's Vera's son
And we visited them once
And he showed me music
That he
Made on his
and music
Radio and web
Waiting to get
Tired in bed
She loots an app
Does it with a finger-snap
She gets away with
Normal stuff
Then some cop show
that none
the rhythms of the music
I bought a product but never use it
I hear the talking of the dj
Can't understand, just what does he say?
I'm on a mexican radio
I'm
and the radio blasting
The seeds they had been planted but the music made it happen
The music made it happen
The music made it happen
The music made it happen
Program director on the radio won't play my record until the caller tell him so
Program director on the radio won't play no music until the caller
Program director on the radio won't play my record until the caller tell him so
Program director on the radio won't play no music until the caller
trying to find identity
Body can't do soul justice
Like, clear signal, radio's busted
Enso circles, insect crawling
Cracked pencil, I'm still drawing
Program director on the radio won't play my record until the caller tell him so
Program director on the radio won't play no music until the caller
Didn’t go school, but I’m still smarter
Shoot on the web like Peter Parker
Never like me, bit more like Karius
Kicked out the league you were
The Spider’s Love Web
I wipe away the sweat from my eyes
I Check you out and I surmise, that you’re so fine,
Look like you wanna to make some time,
Hey, hey radio station, play one for me
Nice of my feelings
Hey radio station, play one for me
'Cause the sound of the people in my home town
Is
Who's that playing on my radio
It ain't disco it ain't soul
Who's that playing on my radio
It's so good I just want to know
Music legends from
some blackmail, they play my music on the radio
Hit a nigga bitch on the beach by the patio
Smash myself in the head with a piano
I just acted like
the rhythm of the music
Buy the product, never use it
Hear the talking of the DJ
Can't understand, what's he say?
I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm
away without the music today
I hear these words they speak to me
Because I just wanna say
Radio radio won't you just sing to me this song
Radio don't
the sun
From on high over the trees
I always remember the one
Let me make it home tonight
And if I die - leave the radio on
Let me see my baby tonight
If I
flows run home
Like Sosa do
I ain't never need a ghost
When I'm in the booth
And I'mma always be the King
Cause my pen the truth
This what music missing
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