If you can sing a bit
Think you can write a hit
Why don't you lay down your tracks?
There is a place for you
In someone's living room
Why not get into the act?
Record your own CD
Sell it as an MP3
You're gonna be a radio star
People in Japan will know who you are
You're gonna be a radio star
You'll hear your songs in an airport bar
You're gonna be a radio star
You're gonna be a radio star
If you believe it
Then you can achieve it
Now you must demolish your doubts
If you can fake it
Then maybe you'll make it
Before anybody finds out
You don't need a degree
You can even sing off key
You're gonna be a radio star
Riding in the back of a sixty foot car
You're gonna be a radio star
People will fight to light your cigar
Now if you're ready
Get rid of your Teddy
And pick up your phone
Make the call
Sylvia's waiting to jack up your game
She has platinum plates on her walls
If you want to score a hit
Go where they make the hits
You're gonna be a radio star
Fender and Gibson will give you guitars
You're gonna be a radio star
With purple hair and you'll act bizarre