[Originally by Elvis Costello]      I was tuned into the light of the late night dial   Doing anything my radio advised   With everyone of those late night stations   playing songs bringing tears to my eyes   I was seriously thinking about hiding the reciever   When the switch broke cause it's old   Saying things that I can hardly believe   They really think we're gettin out of control      Radio is the sound salvation   Radio is cleaning up the nation   Say you better listen to the Voice of Reason   But they don't give you any choice   Cause they think that it's treason   You had better do as you were told   Better listen to the radio      I wanna bite the hand that feeds me   I wanna bite that hand so badly   I wanna make them wish they'd never seen me   Some of my freinds sit around every evening   And they worry about the times ahead   Everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference   And the promise of an early bed      You either shut up or get cut out   They don't wanna hear about it   It's only inches on the reel to reel   The radio is in the hands   Of such a bunch of fools   Tryin to anesthetize they way that you feel      Radio is the sound salvation   Radio is cleaning up the nation   Say you better listen to the Voice Of Reason   But they don't give any choice   Cause they think that its treason   So you had better do as you were told   Better listen to the radio