Well the news is on, I listen all day    It's stranger than fiction that they make up these days    The music is crap, that the radio plays    I know it for certain, it's true like all clichés       The kids are making loads of noise outside on the street tonight    They're stealing cars, crashing them, Cortinas, Jags and anything - that moves       The phone-ins are stupid and sometimes they're sad    All the people who call-in they are tottaly mad    The interviewer so certain, so smug and so right    Cut you off in a second, shut you down when he like       The kids are making loads of noise outside on the street tonight    They're stealing cars, crashing them, Cortinas, Jags and anything       All the D.J.'s play records, keep a permanent smile    Can't they be that happy, so much of the while    Do they think we're so stupid, so useless and dumb    That we need their inanities to have a little fun       The kids are making loads of noise outside on the street tonight    They're stealing cars, crashing them, Cortinas, Jags and anything - that moves, that moves