Chinese Radio |
(The Twelve Commandments Of Dance, 1988) |
It
was back in '69
Like a nightmare cryin' In a hotel bed on the coast Happy Shanghai girls Like a pretty string of pearls And a snow storm up in my nose I was on my way to heaven With a funky red 11 And a switchblade job on the side Hear the music playin' And my heartbeat prayin' To the airwaves out in the night Ouuh radio! I love my radio, my Chinese radio! Ouuh radio! I love my radio, my Chinese radio! Ouuh! Chorus: Oh, I could write a million stories Tales of love and hate and pain And my fears would truly frighten Any ordinary man Is there someone out there laughing Walking in the pouring rain? Lord, I'm sure I know the answers But it's too hard to explain Now my head is burning And I feel it turning In an igloo up on the moon Saying: Lord, have mercy On a guy from Jersey And it falls back into my room Just a stranded tourist And I wouldn't touch the purest If I ever get out here alive While the FM-switches And the green light-digits Keep in touch with the world outside Ouuh radio! I love my radio, my Chinese radio! Ouuh radio! I love my radio, my Chinese radio! Ouuh! Chorus Just a river on the run, now I'm flyin' and I won't touch down Got nowhere left to run I get on my knees and pray Chorus |