it was back in '69, like a night mare cryin'
in a hotel bed on the coast
happy shanghai girls
like a pretty string of pearls
and a snow storm up in my nose
i was on my way to heaven, with a funky red 11
and a switchblade job on the side
here the music playin' and my heartbeat prayin'
to the airwaves out in the night
ouuh, radio! i love my radio! my chinese radio
ouuh, radio! i love my radio! my chinese radio,
ouuh
oh, i could write a million stories
tales of love and hate and pain
and my fears would [bad word] frighten
any ordinary man
is there someone out there laughing?!
walking in the pouring rain,
lord, i'm sure i know the answers
but it's too hard -
to explain
now my head is burning, an i feel it turning
in an igloo up on the moon
saying: lord, have mercy on a guy from jersey
and it falls back into my room
just a stranded tourist,
an' i wouldn't touch the purest
if i ever get out here alive
while fm-switches and the green-light digits
keep in touch with the world outside.
ouuh, radio! i love my radio! my chinese radio
ouuh, radio! i love my radio! my chinese radio,
ouuh
oh, i could write a million stories
tales of love and hate and pain
and my fears would [bad word] frighten
any ordinary man
is there someone out there laughing?!
walking in the pouring rain,
lord, i'm sure i know the answers
but it's too hard -
to explain
just a river on [bad word]  now
i'm flyin' and i won't touch down
got nowhere left [bad word] 
i get on my knees and pray!
oh, i could write a million stories
tales of love and hate and pain
and my fears would [bad word] frighten
any ordinary man
is there someone out there laughing?!
walking in the pouring rain,
lord, i'm sure i know the answers
but it's too hard -
to explain