B. Bumble and the Stingers, Mott the Hoople, Ray Charles Singers,
Lonnie Mack and twangin’ Eddy, here’s my ring we’re goin’ steady,
Take it easy, take me higher, liar liar, house on fire,
Locomotion, Poco, Passion, Deeper Purple, Satisfaction…
Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him 'til the day you die
The last DJ
Well you can’t turn him into a company man
You can’t turn him into a whore
And the boys upstairs just don’t understand anymore
Well the top brass don’t like him talking so much,
And he won’t play what they say to play
And he don’t want to change what don’t need to change
Baby, if you’ve ever wondered,
Wondered whatever became of me,
I’m living on the air in Cincinnati,
Cincinnati, WKRP.
Got kind of tired packing and unpacking,
Town to town and up and down the dial
Maybe you and me were never meant to be,
Just maybe think of me once in awhile.
I’m at WKRP in Cincinnati.
Invisible airwaves
Crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle
With the energy
Emotional feedback
On a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price
Almost free
What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Hello honey, it’s me
What did you think when you heard me back on the radio?
What did the kids say when they knew it was their long lost daddy-o?
Remember how we listened to the radio
And I said `that’s the place for me’
And how I got the job as an FM jock the day you married me?
We were two kids and i was was into am rock
But I just had to run around
It’s been eight years since I left you babe
Let me tell you 'bout what’s gone down
I am the morning DJ on WOL*D
Who’s on the radio, you go and listen to the guitar man
Listen to the songs of the fathers and mothers and the many friends gone on before
Turn your radio on, turn your radio on, trun your radio on, turn your radio on
Some eternal morning we shall meet them over on the alleuia shore
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on
We all want to strut our stuff
And you really want to show your scars
Forget all about that macho shit
And learn how to play guitar
Play guitar, play guitar
Play guitar, oh yeah
Oh, look at all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don’t give up
Until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky
Life is a highway,
I wanna ride it all night long.
If you’re going my way,
I wanna drive it all night long.
I get my kicks,
On route 66
Kicks just keep gettin’ harder to find,
And all your kicks ain’t bringin’ you peace of mind.
Before you find out it’s too late, girl,
You better get straight.
I understand about indecision
But I don’t care if I get behind
People livin’ in competition
All I want is to have my peace of mind.
Now the race is on
and here comes pride in the backstretch
Heartaches goin’ to the inside
My tears are holdin’ back
They’re tryin’ not to fall
My hearts out of the runnin’
True love’s scratched for another’s sake
The race is on and it looks like heartache,
and the winner loses all
And it’s run for the roses
As fast as you can
You fate is delivered
Your moment’s at hand
It’s the chance of a lifetime
In a lifetime of chance
And it’s high time you joined
In the dance
Cracklin’ Rose, you’re a store-bought woman,
You make me sing like a guitar hummin’,
So hang on to me, girl,
Our song keeps runnin’ on…
I’m wearing second hand hats
Second hand clothes
That’s why they call me
Second hand Rose