You can have all of it and I learn to beg Oh, the boys on the radio They crash and burn they fold and fade so slow In your endless summer night, I'll be on
You can have all of it And I learn to beg Oh, the boys on the radio They crash and burn They fold and fade so slow In your endless summer night I'll be on
Traducción: Buraco. Boys On The Radio.
yours You can have all of it And I learn to beg Oh, the boys on the radio They crash and burn They fold and fade so slow In your endless summer night I'll be on
t hearin' what i said, I gotta hole in my head, my head my head I gotta hole in my head, uh my head my head I gotta hole in my head, uh my head my head
sounds? Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin? up his Bronco He?s gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting pretty sprayin? on
clappin' and He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the Captain And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again Back through the system with the riff-raff again Fiends on
in the shade underneath the trees The boys in the clubhouse are right next door Playing cops and robbers and the Civil War We'd all meet up at the swimming hole
.Y.C., pretty mean when it wants to be Black leather, knee-hole pants, can't play no high school dance Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em on the radio
for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Do not attempt to adjust your radio There ain't nothin' wrong, so hit the bong Waitin' on
on me, lord I don't, lord I don't, I don't know why Chorus: (singer) People mighty people, gonna take you to the promised land This the street radio for
Y.C., Pretty mean when it wants to be, Black leather, knee-hole pants, Can't play no high school dance, Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em on the radio,
julian" open up your eyes and see the beauty over there open up our ears and be surprised by what you hear 'cause it's not just on the radio, it's not just on
'ma get to clappin' He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the captain And there I go traped in the kit, kat again Back through the system with the riff, raff again Fiends on
's two bare feet on the dashboard Young love in an old Ford Cheap shades and a tattoo And a Yoo-hoo bottle on the floorboard Perfect song on the radio
