Raised On Radio

Yeah yeah! Kick it up, huh! Oh-oh
My daddy bought me my first guitar, never thought I’d get too far
He told me, «Son, you better cut your hair
Better change those clothes you wear» — oh no
But the only thing that I’m gonna need, is these three chords and a melody
And now I play in a travelling band, doing the only thing I can
Raised on radio, turn it up, let it go
Get up and then rock an' roll, that’s what I need
Raised on radio, turn it up, let it go
Get up and then rock an' roll, that’s what I need
At the bottom, work to the top, once you start you can never stop, no
Take a ride in the caroussel, throw a coin in the wishing well, yeah
It’s the only thing I need, to get me on my knees
To every woman and every man, to every nation and every land
It doesn’t matter if you’re black or white, close your eyes and see the light
Livin' to the beat,
Feel the fire in the heart of the young
It’s in our blood and in our veins, everybody sing the song again
That’s what I need