Baby, turn the radio up, that’s my favorite song
The one about the guy with brain cancer, and he wasn’t expected to live that long
But then the doctors found a miracle cure and somehow that man survived
Lived to the ripe old age of a hundred and five
And then they cut off his head . . . .
They cut it clean off
Baby, turn the radio up, I like this song too
The one about the guy who’s so downhearted he didn’t know what to do
He used to drive around all night and stand crying in the rain
Didn’t know what to do about all that pain
So he cut off his head . . . .
Cut it clean off
Baby, turn that radio down, I can’t stand the Oak Ridge Boys
When they start in singing “Elvira” it’s just a whole bunch of noise
You know I like all kinds of music, I even like some rap
But baby, I got to draw the line at that Oak Ridge Boys crap
You know I like all kinds of music, from Tom T. Hall to Rachmaninoff
But mostly I just like the kind where they get their heads cut off
Turn the radio up!