Radio Days - Adorable

Foot down and drive to the sun

It’s raining hard and the radio’s on

All I want is what’s due to me

Such arrogance, such flippancy

A father-figure slipped a gun in my hand

Saying, «Aim high but don’t aim for the sun, son.»

Blinded by my own beauty

Of course I did, but then that’s my prerogative

If it’s all the same to you

I’m gonna do what I want to do

I’m gonna crash my car

My way

If it’s all the same to you

I’m gonna do what I want to do

I’m gonna crash my car

To my tune

Radio plays remember me

Remember me, and then dismember me

Save all your thoughts and your dreams

Just to buy a memory

I remember when I was small

With a mother-figure standing in the hall

With her blooded kitchen knife, and her blooded kitchen words

She said, «I've seen the light, and it sure isn’t pretty.»

If it’s all the same to you

I’m gonna do what I want to do

I’m gonna crash my car

My way

If it’s all the same to you

I’m gonna do what I want to do

I’m gonna crash my car

To my tune