Here she comes Another young one Pretty with her nails done Singing 'bout her summer fun Makes a tonne Yeah she's already won I ask where the talents gone And you say she don't need none Here I come Like a shotgun Leave them in their seats stunned Asking for a rerun But you're all done You say "sorry hun You can't get your record spun till you've had a number 1" Chorus Oh Oh Oh Fuck the Radio There you go Mr CEO Checking on your cash flow Recking up the stereo Who's on top? Screaming "don't stop" Keep their fingers on the knob Maybe you can keep your job Here we are We're your brand new stars Thank you for the fancy car and open up the bar Mr drivetime slot Show me what you got You wouldn't know hot If it kicked you in the you-know-what Chorus Oh Oh Oh Fuck the Radio Hey Mr DJ what's it gonna take to get my record on the replay? Hey Mr DJ can't you hear the kids playing my record on the freeway? Chorus Oh Oh Oh Fuck the Radio