We’re driving around, cruising in town.
Looking for something to blast on the radio
But there’s nothing at all.
We’re getting down, we’re getting insane
We tell them it’s rock 'n roll they should play
But here’s what they say.
It’s a little too fast (little fast)
Little too slow (little slow)
Little too long (little long)
Just not the right kind of song.
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme rock on the radio. (Radio)
We want something to blow out the stereo. (Stereo)
Because it all sounds the same to me!
It’s only vanilla soup for monkeys.
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme rock on the radio.
Give us a listen
I tell you, it’s fun.
That’s the kind of rock 'n roll, you should play.
And here’s what they say:
Too much guitars (too much guitars)
Too much drum (too much drum)
I don’t understand (no, no, no)
I can’t feel the rhythm.
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme rock on the radio.
We want something to blow out the stereo.
Because it all sounds the same to me!
It’s only vanilla soup for monkeys.
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme rock on the radio.
(Solo)
We don’t meet the requirement for entering the magnificent playlist of the radio.
They’ll call us back, another day, we don’t meet the requirement.
They say, try again some other day. (Another day)
They won’t give us, give us, give us rock on the radio. (Radio)
We won’t be able to blow out the stereo. (Stereo)
It’s like talking to some donkeys that like vanilla soup for monkeys
They won’t give us, give us, give us rock on the radio.
They won’t rock me, no, they won’t rock me, no,
They won’t rock me, no, they won’t rock me, no.
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