Radio Musicola - Nik Kershaw

Black vinyl man with black plasticised imagination

More fodder for the new lost generation

I got a question to send you to the nearest closet

Why can’t you let us do it like JONI does it There you go again, giving it your very best

Trying so hard to make it sound like all thee rest

And as your factory sanctifies your wooden soul

You gave us T.V. dinners, now it’s T.V. rock 'n' roll

We’re growing p We’re growing up To radio musicola

I got political inclinations to announce

But no way, if it doesn’t scan with your accounts

I got some spiritual ideology for you

I know it’s gotta correspond with the corporation view

We’re growing up We’re growing p To radio musicola

You can find it in the streets

You can find it in the elevators

You can find it where the ladies wash their hands

It emanates from little

Boxes on the wall and it’ll

Soon be coming in disposable tin cans

My soul shows art to me, but dollars says my radio

Wall street liquid lunches showing us the way to go Why tolerate this numismatical polity?

There isn’t any other way, there isn’t any other way, more’s the pity

We’re growing up We’re growing up To radio musicola