Lyrics

Hope the race was fun Need a stereo map From the crowded stands I was at it again When the stars were straight And you kissed his nose only once or two Your so With it Radio gun Your so When there was no me And there was no you Had a thousand dreams But we stay when we can Thought of what I'd say Thought of what I''d do When you felt so bad Your so With it Radio gun Your so Over under you run Twenty-four hour gun Glowing through an X-ray Found a radio ace What this show doesn't need Is the need to be show They'll just forget you Your so With it Radio gun Your so