On videotape When I'm at the pearly gates This will be on my videotape, my videotape Mephistopheles is just beneath And he's reaching up to grab me This is one for the good days And I have it all here In red, blue, green Red, blue, green

Everything stops where the pavement ends. You can get you a buzz, blame it on the radio. Find a lighter, live a little high. Take it all in, let the good times roll. And on a clear night, Who needs the headlights? Drop it in low, drive by the moonlight.

Kick it back, find a good song on the radio, 'Til we get lost in a sunset falling Lay a blanket by the creek Where the moon peeks over that sycamore tree No one watching Now there ain't nothing wrong, baby, you and I Gettin' down to some up all night And

And I don't even have to try And I don't see the world goin' by Just hangin' round Drivin' along with my radio on feelin' good Ain't got no lady but maybe I'm thinkin' I could I slept all day nothing to do I'm just hangin' around, oh yeah Thought I was

You fell into our arms We're rotten fruit We're damaged goods What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose One gust and we will probably crumble We're backdrifters We tried but there was nothing we could do Nothing we could do This far but no further

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

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

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I’m fairly local, I’ve been around I’ve seen the streets you're walking down I’m fairly local, good people now It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional Yo, this song will never be on the radio Even if my clique were to pick

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

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only