Radio - Robbie Williams

Ouch

He's chosen my attic

I feel it in the static

He lives in my basement

And I can hardly face it

My performance is easy

I am the god of romance

And in my confusion

I have the right to reign

He's stolen my Oscars

He trades on my jokes

He makes all my engines go oh oh oh

He puts an "e" in the arsenal

A comb in my 'fro

Devine retribution

And away we will go

Something's happening, I can feel it

Moving out of time you'll hear it

Falling in the way you fear it

Jumping, thumping, shout out something

Jumping, thumping, shout out something

Listen to the radio

And you will hear the songs you know

Make it effervescent here

And you might have a job, my dear

My dear

I'm searching for something

Beyond my understanding

Looking for meaning

When nothing is demanding

There are no surprises

Where nothing is expected

If you offer nothing

Then everyone accepts

He's stolen my Oscars

He trades on my jokes

He makes all my engines go oh oh oh

He puts an "e" in the arsenal

A comb in my 'fro

Devine retribution

And away we will go

Something's happening, I can feel it

Moving out of time you'll hear it

Falling in the way you fear it

Jumping, thumping, shout out something

Jumping, thumping, shout out something

Listen to the radio

And you will hear the songs you know

Make it effervescent here

And you might have a job, my dear

My dear

Ouch

Ouch

Ouch

Radio

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Ouch ouch

Ouch

Radio

Something's happening, I can feel it

Moving out of time you'll hear it

Falling in the way you fear it

Jumping, thumping, shout out something

Something's happening, I can feel it

Moving out of time you'll hear it

Falling in the way you fear it

Jumping, thumping, shout out something

Jumping, thumping, shout out something

Listen to the Radio

And you will hear the songs you know

Make it effervescent here

And you might have a job my dear

Listen to the Radio

Listen to the Radio

Listen to the Radio