I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial    Doing anything my radio advised    With every one of those late night stations    Playing songs bringing tears to my eyes    I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver    When the switch broke cause it's old    They're saying things that I can hardly believe    They really think we're getting out of control       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       I wanna bite the hand that feeds me    I wanna bite that hand so badly    I want to make them wish they'd never seen me       Some of my friends sit around every evening    And they worry about the times ahead    But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference    And the promise of an early bed    You either shut up or get cut up    They don't wanna hear about it    It's only inches on the reel-to-reel    And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools    Tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel       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       Wonderful radio    Marvelous radio    Wonderful radio    Radio, radio    Radio, radio    Radio, radio    Radio, radio....