The Radio Clean

Here she comes
Another young one
Pretty with her nails done
Singing 'bout her summer fun
Makes a tonne
Yeah she's already won
I ask where the talents gone
And you say she don't need none

Here I come
Like a shotgun
Leave them in their seats stunned
Asking for a rerun
But you're all done
You say "sorry hun
You can't get your record spun till you've had a number 1"

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Oh Oh Oh Fuck the Radio

There you go
Mr CEO
Checking on your cash flow
Recking up the stereo
Who's on top?
Screaming "don't stop"
Keep their fingers on the knob
Maybe you can keep your job

Here we are
We're your brand new stars
Thank you for the fancy car and open up the bar
Mr drivetime slot
Show me what you got
You wouldn't know hot
If it kicked you in the you-know-what

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Oh Oh Oh Fuck the Radio

Hey Mr DJ what's it gonna take to get my record on the replay?
Hey Mr DJ can't you hear the kids playing my record on the freeway?

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Oh Oh Oh Fuck the Radio