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
Lil too slow
It's a little too long
Just not the right kind of song
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 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:
There's too much guitars
And too much drums
I don't understand
I can't feel the rhythm
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
They won't give us give us give us rock on the radio
We won't be able to blow out the stereo
It's like talking to donkeys, that like vanilla soup for monkeys
They won't give us give us give us rock on the radio