And mama’s good eats And wonder on repeat There's soo much history in my head The people I've left The ones that I've kept Have you heard me on the radio, did you turn it up? On your blown-out stereo in suburbia? Could be playing hide and seek from home

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

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

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 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

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 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)

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

So good to be bad I say why does it feel so good? Getting what I want, boy Why does that make you so mad? You see, why does it feel so good? 'Cause if it's trouble that you're looking for Oh baby, here I am (I am) Oh baby, here I am I said why does it