Radio Babies
Born on the airwaves
Radio Babies
Raised on rock and roll
Now we’re out of control
Well it was WIXY 1260 A.M.
When I first filled up my ears up with them
It was rag-tag rowdy, four beats to the bar
Out of a speaker from mom and dad’s car
Radio Babies
Born on the airwaves
Radio Babies
Raised on rock and roll
Now we’re out of control
I would lie up listening all night
Trying to sing along with all my might
Well I couldn’t understand a single word of the gent
But my b-b-b-b-body knew just what he meant
Radio Babies
Born on the airwaves
Radio Babies
Raised on rock and roll
Now we’re out of control
We fell in love while the D.J.
Spun from gem to gem
Then we found the Home of the Buzzard
And we were all about F.M.
Radio Babies
Born on the airwaves
Radio Babies
Raised on rock and roll
Now we’re out of control
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