Lyrics:
can be cruel to you
Treat others so badly and they'll
Come for us too
Oh Radio Urchin I see you out there
I see you lurking shines in red bloody hands
serious
The situation was
That many people to the North had died
Red alert, red alert
Screaming in my head
There's something I'm not sure of going down
on the Walkman
To all the disc jockey's that's on the go
This is something for the radio
Now I'ma kick it like this
I'd like to thank all the people state
a million miles away|By the time our song started to play|She had a heartbreak look in her eyes|You know the one that's gonna tell you goodbye|So I,||I turned
your homes and bars
It's music to my ears in a foreign car
Pop radio stars [ABBA, Roxy, T-Rex]
My seatbelt's fastened tight, I feel secure
Both hands
Just close your eyes
Soon we'll be home
Fall asleep to the radio
Strangers pass by
Red, green and gold
I wonder what they're all waiting for
Llegamos aquí sin la radio
Llegamos aquí sin la televisión
Llegamos aquí en cada concierto
Llegamos aquí caminando
Llegamos aquí en una red
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face
to the radio)
I wanna keep tonight (tune in now)
Ride on the wave
入れ替わる passing lane
切りつける asphalt
Back mirror 越し 追いかける
Red moonlight
色めき立つ夜景 twinkle
Radio
Radio
Status Quo
Status Quo
Radio
Hey, let's go!
The number one station for all your information
Dominiating airwaves
We got you're solution if
of the sound of the crowd
Back to back and minute by minute
Those records keep playing my feet ain't gonna quit
I love my radio I need my radio
Doing it right
Yeah the caravan is on its way
I can hear the merry gypsies play
Mama mama look at Emma Rose
She's a-playin with the radio
La, la, la, la, la,
the middle where we're grown 'til we're gone, God willing
Just some good old boys and good old girls
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
Getting by
Lighter square freestyle the tale I'ma tell later
Hike to the thin red line that's Sheridan
By the time my name dries waitin' for the train here it is
coming, brother crying grab my mother by the arm
We start to run as I wonder why it's a
Blood red moon that we all to see
It's a blood red moon that's
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant.
Whoa I was so surprised and shocked, and I wondered, too
If by chance you heard it for
'em
Recording and rewarding so we won't be missin' 'em
Keep on playin' song, LP playin' long
Jay, D, and Joe, keep the radio stayin' on
I always say
it's stuff that I've done
I've got to paint this town red (red... red... red...)
I've got to paint this town red (red... red... red...)
I've got
and melodies
I learned by heart so long ago
I love Christmas on my radio
In line at the market with Rudolph reindeer
Last minute shopping on a midnight clear
And the caravan is on its way
I can hear the merry gypsies play
Mama mama look at Emma Rose
She's a-playin with the radio
La, la, la, la
a astro-naut
[Chorus]
I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio
I'm on the Mexican I-Oh radio radio radio radio
I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio
I
a astro-naut
[Chorus]
I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio
I'm on the Mexican I-Oh radio radio radio radio
I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio
I
So don't believe them, how they need it for the allure
A lot of bullets are prodigal to the gullible
I turn down the radio just to turn the TV on (on,
.JPG/300px-Red_City_Radio_(11).JPG "Red City Radio")
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