You could 'cause you can so you do When it's nine in the afternoon We're feeling so good, just the way that we do Your eyes are the size of the moon Back to the street where we began Cause it's nine in the afternoon And your eyes are the size of the moon

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 don't know why you bother Nothing's ever good enough for you I was there And it wasn't like that You came here Just to start a fight You had to piss on our parade You had to shred our big day You had to ruin it for all concerned

Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the boss and I'm an old romantic doing favors, don't look good on paper But when she looks behind these eyes, girl I can see the psyche, and baby I like it Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the, old romantic doing

Well I'm a lover not a fighter So I kiss that girl and say goodbye now 'Cause I came for kicks not for arguments No whoa oh oh 'Cause I'm a lover not a fighter Leave a message after the beep Somebody fill in the gaps, somebody fill in the dots I feel

You can try the best you can The best you can is good enough If you try the best you can Dinosaurs roaming the Earth The big fish eat the little ones I'd really like to help you, man Ah ah ah (oh oh oh)

Merry Christmas, baby You sure did treat me nice Gave me a diamond ring for Christmas Now I'm living in paradise Got good music on my radio And a happy New Year (merry Christmas, ooh yeah) Oh, yes, you did Well, I'm feeling mighty fine, y'all

Give me some of that Baby, you look so good In nothing but my cowboy hat Moonlight through the window, country on the radio Silhouette, beautiful come a little closer Nothing but my cowboy hat When you're dancing around the bedroom We've been out all

All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga You've yet to have your finest hour Radio blah blah Radio, what's new? Radio, someone still loves you I'd sit alone and watch your light My only friend through teenage nights

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