I'd sit alone and watch your light,

my only friend through teenage night.

And everything I had to know, I heard it on my radio.

You gave them all those old time stars,

through wars of worlds invaded by Mars.

You made 'em laugh, you made 'em cry, you made us feel like we could fly.

So don't become some background noise, a backdrop for the girls and boys,

who just don't know, or just don't care, or just complain when you're not there.

You had your time, you had the power.

You've yet to have your finest hour, radio.

All we hear is radio ga ga, radio goo goo, radio ga ga.

All we hear is radio ga ga, radio blah blah.

Radio what's new?

Radio, someone still loves you.

We watch the shows, we watch the stars, on video for hours and hours.

We hardly need to use our ears.

How music changes through the years.

Let's hope you never leave, old friend.

Like all good things, on you we depend.

So stick around, cause we might miss you when we grow tired of all this visual.

You had your time, you had the power.

You've yet to have your finest hour, radio.

All we hear is radio ga ga, radio goo goo, radio ga ga.

All we hear is radio ga ga, radio goo goo, radio ga ga.

All we hear is radio ga ga, radio blah blah.

Radio what's new?

Someone still loves you.

Radio ga ga...

Radio ga ga...

Radio ga ga...

You had your time, you had the power.

You've yet to have your finest hour, radio.