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

I swear you'll stay to maintain the pain I put a bullet in my radio Something just hit me funny I don't know Just pulled the trigger going down the road You slammed the door and knocked me off the wire Been walking lines and you've been burning tires

Et la radio! Des cornichons On est parti, samedi, dans une grosse voiture Faire tous ensemble un grand pique-nique dans la nature En emportant des paniers, des bouteilles, des paquets De la moutarde Du pain, du beurre Des p'tits oignons Des confitures

Against the wind CHORUS (ALL): We were running against the wind It seems like yesterday, but it was a long time ago She was lovely, she was the queen of my nights There in the darkness with the radio, playin' low The secrets that we shared, the mountains

Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh) Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)

They never learn Of no return The damage is done Just happy to serve Beyond, beyond the point And it's too late

Et la radio! Des cornichons On est parti, samedi, dans une grosse voiture Faire tous ensemble un grand pique-nique dans la nature En emportant des paniers, des bouteilles, des paquets De la moutarde Du pain, du beurre Des p'tits oignons Des confitures

And you never knew my name You cut your teeth on the lack of answers, singing Come back home and it don't feel the same Well I've bled words onto a page for you Didn't I warn you not to? Didn't I warn you good? Maybe we couldn't help it Maybe we never

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

I was (Raised on the radio, raised on the radio, raised on the radio) And the radio played And the radio plays I remember riding shotgun in daddy's Chevrolet, We'd crank up the pioneers, and we'd sing away, Sometimes he'd let me take the wheel and we'd