The Devil's Radio - Robyn Hitchcock

Darlin'

You don’t have to call me

Stalin

Or even Mao Tse Tung

'Cause I’m far too young

My rising

Sign is Capricorn;

is that

Surprising?

You know that I was born

So very soft and easy going

I make no trouble at all

I was listening

Yeah, I was listening to the Devil’s Radio

I was listening

Yeah, I was listening to the Devil’s Radio

And it went na na na na na na

I’m the Devil’s radio

Evil

Its tentacles are bland

It’s like a weevil

It burrows through the land

And everybody smiles

Everybody smiles

Michael -- don’t you know someday a

Spike’ll

Grow right through the woodwork

And come out through your palm

We was listening

We was listening to the Devil’s radio

We was listening

We was listening to the Devil’s radio

And it went na na na na na na

I’m the Devil’s radio

Sun sets on the Devil

Sun sets on the West

He’s listening to the FM talk show

It’s what he loves the best

Limbaugh

He was talking through a bimbo

But don’t

Touch that dial

Or that hateful smile

Kate said

«The flowers of intolerance and hatred

Are blooming kind of early

This year

Someone’s been watering them.»

We was listening

Ah, we was listening to the Devil’s radio

We was listening

Yeah, we was listening to the Devil’s radio

And it went na na na na na na

I’m not the Devil’s radio

Na na na na na na

I’m the Devil’s radio