Radio Days
Hey DADDY run as-fast-as-you can
You oughta-see-my-mama-oh-man
She dancin to a radio show
And bein kinda naughty-you-know
Never seen her actin this-way-before
Look she shufflin out-all-over-the-floor
It's a song that I ain-never-heard
And she just-said-one-of-them-ugly-words
Take me back to my radio days
Take me back to the simple old ways
Far away from the smoke and the haze
Take me back to my radio days
She shoutin "SING to-me-Rock & Roll-man
I could eat you right up-where-you-stand"
But she just-now-got-thru-eatin-her-lunch
Why she still wanting something-to-munch?
See I TOLD you, hey-what-is-this-pop?
Why you spinning her around like a top?
You-made-my-mama's-garter-belt show
And how the heck did your zipper-just-grow?
Take me back to my radio days
Take me back to the simple old ways
Far away from the smoke and the haze
Take me back to my radio days
One-mo-time-now-1,2,1-2-3...
*Hyphens inserted for rhythm purposes or how I heard it in my head
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