A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me I don't want no scrub No, I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

Johnny Cash The windows cracked on the Chevrolet My cigarettes in the ash tray The engines off and the radio's, down So nervous my whole body shakes The parking lot's full of people and They ready to see the preacher man Time to open up for the main act

Orbiting your living room, Cashing in the bill of rights This is Radio Clash can we get that world to listen? Interrupting all programs This is radio clash from pirate satellite Cuban army surplus or refusing all third lights This is radio clash on

And now I just sit in silence I have these thoughts, so often I ought To replace that slot with what I once bought 'Cause somebody stole my car radio I ponder of something great My lungs will fill and then deflate They fill with fire, exhale desire I

Will you hold me tight and not let go? Like a love song on the radio And now your song is on repeat And I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat And when you're gone, I feel incomplete So if you want the truth I just wanna be part of your symphony Before all I

All we hear is radio ga ga You had your time, you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio (radio) Radio goo goo Radio ga ga Radio ga ga Radio blah blah

Balance ton quoi D'aller te faire en, hmm- Laisse-moi te chanter Même si tu parles mal des filles je sais qu'au fond t'as compris Balance ton quoi, un jour peut-être ça changera Ouais j'passerai pas à la radio Parce que mes mots sont pas très beaux Ouais

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Can I be the girl that you met Do you, do you Do you have a dollar? Do you have a dollar for me? In the coin laundry? There I was sitting on the top of the world In a coin laundry Well I could have been royalty Sitting in the palace like a queen

Peace and love in my Africa On va te chanter Tous les matins j'entends parler à la radio Parler des gains et de la famine Et le soir quand j'allume la télé Je vois la misère de cette famille Africa berceau de l'humanité Il est temps pour toi de te lever