Rock ´n´ Roll On My Radio

My baby's always listenin' to the radio

It don't matter if it's jazz or opera or a disco show

I don't know what to do, my head is in pain

'Cause that radio music is about to drive me insane

I want rock 'n' roll on my radio

Music that a-makes you wanna go cat go

Radio deejays show us some balls

And give us red hot rock 'n' roll

She tunes into the station with the ugliest noise

I truly hate the sounds that she enjoys

It's punk, it's heavy metal, it's acid and rap

Hell, but I'm a rocker and I don't go for that crap

When I get home from work in the afternoon

What I really want is listen to a rockin' tune

But the radio's full of junk, it can't be denied, oh yeah

Hey mister deejay, I'm asking you, where's your pride?

If I get my own radiostation, here's what I'll do

I'll sack all the disco lovers, they ain't got a clue

I ain't gonna hire a soul without ducktail hair, oh yeah

It's gonna be non-stop rock 'n' roll on the air-air-air