I’d sit alone and watch your light,
My only friend through teenage nights,
And everything I had to know,
I heard it on my radio.
But you and me baby
I saw you there
Straight away I knew
There’s really no hiding
I’ll tell you right now
What we’re gonna do
We’ll go collecting the days
Putting the moments away
You’re on my mind like a
Song on the Radio
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don’t give you any choice 'cause they think that it’s treason
So you had better do as you are told
You better listen to the radio
Invisible airwaves
Crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle
With the energy
Emotional feedback
On a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price
Almost free
Pilot of the airwaves
Here is my request
You don’t have to play it
But I hope you’ll do your best
I’ve been listening to your show
On the radio
And you seem like a friend to me
Well, I’mma write a letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ,
It’s a jumping little number, I want my jockey to play,
Roll over Beethoven,
I gotta hear it again today…
So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife
Say I won’t be coming home, gonna start a new life
So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife
Send a copy to my lawyer, gotta start a new life
I found at my door a letter from Spain
He’d sent long before
And his note read
I haven’t heard from you in weeks
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one, it’s never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It’s growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming
I want some red roses for a blue lady
Mister Florist, take my order please
We had a silly quarrel the other day
I hope these pretty flowers, chase her blues away
If you’re going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you’re going to San Francisco
You’re gonna meet some gentle people there
Darlin’, give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there hair, shoulder length or longer
Here, baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddy
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair
Really busy
Busy, busy
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around Sloane Square
And you’re just so busy
Busy, busy
Busy scissors
Oh, hairdresser on fire
And the sign said “Longhaired freaky people need not apply”
So I tucked my hair under my hat and went in to ask him why.
I almost cut my hair
It happened just the other day
It was gettin’ kinda long
I could-a said, it was in my way
But I didn’t and I wonder why
I feel like letting my freak flag fly
Take the ribbon from my hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Lay it soft upon my skin
Like the shadows on the wall
The shadow on the wall
Tells me the sun is going down
Oh Ruby
Don’t take your love to town
Countin’ flowers on the wall,
It don’t bother me at all,.playing solitaire til dawn, with a deck of 51,
Smokin’ cigarettes and watching Capt. Kangaroo,
Don’t tell me, I’ve nothing to do…
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Well the last time I saw Old Man Emu
He was chasing a female he knew
As he shot past I heard him say
She can’t fly but I’m tellin’ you, she can run the pants off a kangaroo