Let it sing, let it cry and you roll out the carpets   No such thing, you mustn't pry   I'll hail to another confession   And it's losing me      Where have all the merrymakers gone?   Where have all the merrymakes gone?      Some people will surprise you with a real depth of feeling   And others still may shock, shock, shock you   With all that they're revealing   But one thing's sure there's always more   Information than you ask for, ask for this      Just enough knowledge to know   I don't know anything, anything, anything   I don't know, nobody likes what I like that's how I like it   Some things are personal at least they should be      Or is it too much, much to ask you just to maintain a little   Maintain a little, maintain a little, maintain a little   Maintain a little, maintain a little   Take the cynical saint to the stake and you burn it      It's radio, it's radio, silence, silence   It's radio, it's radio, silence, silence      It's radio, it's radio, radio, silence   It's radio, it's radio, radio, silence   It's radio, it's radio, radio, silence   It's radio, it's radio, radio, silence