She's saying, you're lost   She thinks it's time for you to detox   Too many tunes inside your head   Why don't you fill it up with her instead      She's not playing, but you are   She wants romance but you want guitars   Your head was all like you prefer   But you should have lend your ears to her      You're an addict to the audio   A chronic record lover   Who feeds on stereo      Just like the meat you eat   The booze you choose   The nicotine, the coffee   And the sugars that you need so      You're not ready for detox   Turn on the radio      It's not healthy, you're not fit   She says if you don't quit then she'll split   She needs silence and not your noise   Your habit's nothing she enjoys      And you're a nut for every kind of sound   A chronic vinyl player   Who can't stop spinning 'round      Just like the meat you eat   The booze you choose   The nicotine, the coffee   And the sugars that you need so      You're not ready for detox   Turn on the radio