Radio P.W.E.I. (a cappella) Songtext
von Pop Will Eat Itself
Radio P.W.E.I. (a cappella) Songtext
P-W-E-I
Radio
I can′t stop the radio
Radio
Radio
Okay, everybody, we're the hi-tech gurus
All the rage, always on the front page news
TV and video, here to go-go on Radio P-W-E-I
Turn it on and turn it up high
Like a ten-ton truck, don′t give a fuck
And if you don't like the poppies, it's your hard luck
We cut and strut with military precision
All cards are marked, unanimous decision
It′s finger-clickin′, finger-lickin'
The mic sounds nice and the beatbox kicks in
Squeal like an eel, squirm like a worm
We′re hot, gettin' hotter, makin′ ears burn
Makin' ears burn
Talk it up, talk what?
Talk it through, that′s right, go
Okay, turn it up
Suck it, suck it
We can rap, we can sing a thing or two for you
We'll talk of anything, everything if you want things
The sky is the limit, the limit is the sky
Why? P-W-E-I
Say don't worry, no hurry to fret
No jest, the best is yet to come
And some are just dumb
When they say it′s no fun, they gotta learn
We′re seriously delirious, the force is here with us
We ain't jokin′, we're just pokin′ fun
At those with pokin' guns
I beat ya, there′s asses on each and every turn
Rock so hard, there's no time to roll
When the poppies are on patrol
On patrol, on patrol
Talk it up, talk what?
Talk it through, that's right, go
Okay, turn it up
Suck it, suck it
Radio, radio
Radio, radio
Radio, radio
Radio
The incredible P-W-E-I
Couldn′t survive without my radio
This is not a programme, this is a service
Now as we listen to these songs of joy
For us and through us and to us
Talk it up, talk it what?
Talk it through, that′s right, go
Okay, turn it up
Suck it, suck it
Okay, turn it up
Suck it, suck it
Radio, radio
Radio, radio
I can't stop the radio
Radio, radio
One, two, check, hi-tech in stereo
Quattro, anywhere you go, but loose
One-oh-oh-one uses
We got the juice to bruise the fuses
The volume in this room is much too groomed
We need a big bad boom
And noise K.O., disco inferno
Hey, ho, yo, let′s go
Gonna rock the show and blow the speakers, see them glow
So now you know
It's not what you do, but the way that you do it
The speakers, you blew it, the way that you blew it
P-W-E-I always knew it
We′ll teach all this in a song, it won't take long
Did it, we′re through with it
Hit it, hit it, hit it
Radio
I can′t stop the radio
Radio
Radio
Okay, everybody, we're the hi-tech gurus
All the rage, always on the front page news
TV and video, here to go-go on Radio P-W-E-I
Turn it on and turn it up high
Like a ten-ton truck, don′t give a fuck
And if you don't like the poppies, it's your hard luck
We cut and strut with military precision
All cards are marked, unanimous decision
It′s finger-clickin′, finger-lickin'
The mic sounds nice and the beatbox kicks in
Squeal like an eel, squirm like a worm
We′re hot, gettin' hotter, makin′ ears burn
Makin' ears burn
Talk it up, talk what?
Talk it through, that′s right, go
Okay, turn it up
Suck it, suck it
We can rap, we can sing a thing or two for you
We'll talk of anything, everything if you want things
The sky is the limit, the limit is the sky
Why? P-W-E-I
Say don't worry, no hurry to fret
No jest, the best is yet to come
And some are just dumb
When they say it′s no fun, they gotta learn
We′re seriously delirious, the force is here with us
We ain't jokin′, we're just pokin′ fun
At those with pokin' guns
I beat ya, there′s asses on each and every turn
Rock so hard, there's no time to roll
When the poppies are on patrol
On patrol, on patrol
Talk it up, talk what?
Talk it through, that's right, go
Okay, turn it up
Suck it, suck it
Radio, radio
Radio, radio
Radio, radio
Radio
The incredible P-W-E-I
Couldn′t survive without my radio
This is not a programme, this is a service
Now as we listen to these songs of joy
For us and through us and to us
Talk it up, talk it what?
Talk it through, that′s right, go
Okay, turn it up
Suck it, suck it
Okay, turn it up
Suck it, suck it
Radio, radio
Radio, radio
I can't stop the radio
Radio, radio
One, two, check, hi-tech in stereo
Quattro, anywhere you go, but loose
One-oh-oh-one uses
We got the juice to bruise the fuses
The volume in this room is much too groomed
We need a big bad boom
And noise K.O., disco inferno
Hey, ho, yo, let′s go
Gonna rock the show and blow the speakers, see them glow
So now you know
It's not what you do, but the way that you do it
The speakers, you blew it, the way that you blew it
P-W-E-I always knew it
We′ll teach all this in a song, it won't take long
Did it, we′re through with it
Hit it, hit it, hit it
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