John Hiatt. Pirate Radio. Zeneszám

Well, those electric sheep to the valley they keep walkin'
On the radio waves, selling tennis shoes and beer
It induces sleep when that DJ starts his talkin'
I'm lookin' for one song to save me on this midnight clear

So how far do we have to go
To hear that Pirate Radio?
One song that could steal our hearts
Before they turn into silver and gold

Well I'm drivin' my car real slow
And my baby wants to know
When we gonna hear our song
On that Pirate Radio?

Oh, one star in the sky so I named it Otis Redding
Or maybe Marvin Gaye, lookin' for his Tammi Terrell
There ain't no mountain high enough to stop this wedding
Rollin' out of Memphis to Detroit I can hear those bells

So how far do we have to go
To hear that Pirate Radio?
One song that could steal our hearts
Before they turn into silver and gold

Well I'm drivin' my car real slow
And my baby wants to know
When we gonna hear our song
On that Pirate Radio?

Oh, we've been drivin' all night, ever since we were teenagers
Up to that border town where the outlaw station air waves
Where the DJ's out of sight and his heart is so courageous
And he loves every song that he's puttin' on for the free and brave

So how far do we have to go
To hear that Pirate Radio?
One song that could steal our hearts
Before they turn into silver and gold

Well I'm drivin' my car real slow
And my baby wants to know
When we gonna hear our song

Oh, when we gonna hear our song
Yeah, when we gonna hear our song
On that Pirate Radio?
Pirate radio, pirate radio, pirate radio, pirate radio