I blame it on the radio,
Hancock and the Navy Lark,
listened to quietly in the dark
but then along came the
TV and Looby Lou crashed right into me as
if she didn't know that she ruined my blame
on the radio show,
now it's 425 lines and the TV Times
and pics that flood over me, it's
like living but being buried alive out at sea.
What can I do but watch Scooby Doo
and wish it weren't so, wish
I could blame
the radio.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
I blame it on the radio,
Hancock and the Navy Lark,
listened to quietly in the dark
but then along came the
TV and Looby Lou crashed right into me as
if she didn't know that she ruined my blame
on the radio show,
now it's 425 lines and the TV Times
and pics that flood over me, it's
like living but being buried alive out at sea.
What can I do but watch Scooby Doo
and wish it weren't so, wish
I could blame
the radio.
425 lines, grainy pictures and static, a bit like what older age feels like, not that I'd know anything about that haha.j
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