London Boys - Chinese Radio

it was back in '69, like a night mare cryin' in a hotel bed on the coast happy shanghai girls like a pretty string of pearls and a snow storm up in my nose i was on my way to heaven, with a funky red 11 and a switchblade job on the side here the music playin' and my heartbeat prayin' to the airwaves out in the night ouuh, radio! i love my radio! my chinese radio ouuh, radio! i love my radio! my chinese radio, ouuh oh, i could write a million stories tales of love and hate and pain and my fears would truely frighten any ordinary man is there someone out there laughing?! walking in the pouring rain, lord, i'm sure i know the answers but it's too hard - to explain now my head is burning, an i feel it turning in an igloo up on the moon saying: lord, have mercy on a guy from jersey and it falls back into my room just a stranded tourist, an' i wouldn't touch the purest if i ever get out here alive while fm-switches and the green-light digits keep in touch with the world outside. ouuh, radio! i love my radio! my chinese radio ouuh, radio! i love my radio! my chinese radio, ouuh oh, i could write a million stories tales of love and hate and pain and my fears would truely frighten any ordinary man is there someone out there laughing?! walking in the pouring rain, lord, i'm sure i know the answers but it's too hard - to explain just a river on the run, now i'm flyin' and i won't touch down got nowhere left to run, i get on my knees and pray! oh, i could write a million stories tales of love and hate and pain and my fears would truely frighten any ordinary man is there someone out there laughing?! walking in the pouring rain, lord, i'm sure i know the answers but it's too hard - to explain