Get me an agent, get me a gun Oh, you remember radio when radio was fun Find me a guitar, a boy that can drum Oh, nobody respects the old All the meat goes to the young For anyone who can listen For anyone with a clue I'm climbing out of the river and, hey, I'm singing this song for you For anyone who’s been missing a heart with a couple of tunes Book all the big halls from Riga to Lund Get me walls of burning lights to terrify the Sun Pull in the covers, the press in a scrum Let all the headlines read the same