It was back in '69,
like a night mare cryin'
in a hotel bed on the coast
Happy shanghai girls like a pretty string of
pearls and a snow storm up in my nose
I was on my way to heaven, with a funky red 11
and a switchblade job on the side
Here the music playin' and my heartbeat prayin'
to the airwaves out in the night
Ouuh, radio! I love my radio! My chinese radio…
Ouuh, radio! I love my radio! My chinese radio, ouuh…
Oh, I could write a million stories tales of love and hate and pain
And my fears would truely frighten any ordinary man
Is there someone out there laughing?!
Walking in the pouring rain,
Lord, I'm sure I know the answers
but it's too hard — to explain
Now my head is burning, an I feel it turning
in an igloo up on the moon
Saying: Lord, have mercy on a guy from jersey
And it falls back into my room
Just a stranded tourist, an' I wouldn't touch the purest
if I ever get out here alive
While fm—switches and the green—light digits
keep in touch with the world outside.
Ouuh, radio! I love my radio! My chinese radio…
Ouuh, radio! I love my radio! My chinese radio, ouuh…
Oh, I could write a million stories tales of love and hate and pain
And my fears would truely frighten any ordinary man
Is there someone out there laughing?!
Walking in the pouring rain,
Lord, I'm sure I know the answers
but it's too hard — to explain
Just a river on the run, now
I'm flyin' and I won't touch down…
Got nowhere left to run,
I get on my knees and pray!
Oh, I could write a million stories tales of love and hate and pain
And my fears would truely frighten any ordinary man
Is there someone out there laughing?!
Walking in the pouring rain,
Lord, I'm sure I know the answers
but it's too hard — to explain