Radio Musicola Songtext
von Nik Kershaw

Black vinyl man with black plasticised imagination
More fodder for the new lost generation
I got a question to send you to the nearest closet
"Why can′t you let us do it like Joni does it?"

There you go again, giving it your very best
Trying so hard to make it sound like all the rest
And as your factory sanctifies your wooden soul
Gave us TV dinners, now it's TV Rock ′n' Roll

We're growing up
We′re growing up
To radio musicola
We′re growing up
We're growing up
To radio musicola

I got political inclinations to announce
No way, if it doesn′t scan with your accounts
I got some spiritual ideology for you
I know it's gotta correspond with the corporation view


We′re growing up
We're growing up
To radio musicola
We′re growing up
We're growing up
To radio musicola

We're growing up
We′re growing up
To radio musicola
We′re growing up
We're growing up
To radio musicola

You can find it in the streets
You can find it in the elevators
You can find it where the ladies wash their hands
It emanates from little boxes on the wall and
It′ll soon be coming in disposable tin cans

My soul shows art to me, but dollars says my radio
Wall Street liquid lunches showing us the way to go
"Why tolerate this numismatical polity?"
There isn't any other way,
There isn′t any other way,
More is the pity


We're growing up
We′re growing up
To radio musicola
We're growing up
We're growing up
To radio.ooh musicola

We′re growing up
We′re growing up
To radio.ooh musicola
We're growing up
We′re growing up
To radio musicola

We're growing up
We′re growing up
To radio.ooh musicola (musicola)
We're growing up
We′re growing up
To radio musicola (mu mu mu mu musicola)

We're growing up (mu mu mu mu musicola)
We're growing up (mu mu mu mu musicola)
To radio musicola
We′re growing up
We′re growing up
To radio musicola

We're growing up
We′re growing up
To radio musicola (mu-si-co-la)