This girl in her bedroom doing her homework She's foolin' with the logarithms, she's going berserk One hand has a cigarette resting on the window The other one's twiddling with the radio What did they talk about, the horses drive her nuts Night time, sounds fine - no if's or but's It's just some magic, there's still some fun If you don't pay too much attention Who listens to the radio? Who listens to the radio? That's what I'd like to know Who listens to the radio? Guy's got his transistor wrapped around his ear He listens to the traffic, it's not really clear It crackles, it clicks, it pops, it starts It's blastin' out the top forty charts AM or FM, I listen to both of them Listening to the radio since I don't know when It was so busy, everyone's got somewhere to go In the background there's always the radio