The Radio Story

The terror is in your radio, the terror is in your radio

The terror is in your radio oh oh

Strange people look at strange faces

Strange people say "we are weird"

Strange people look at strange faces

Strange people say that "we are weird"

But the terror is in your radio, the terror is in your radio oh oh

Johnny come home early from work

That evening, about half-past five

He opened the door slowly and run into

The flat expecting to find julie there

He ran upstairs and said "hi julie I'm home"

But she wasn't anywhere to be seen

He looked everywhere but he couldn't find her

So of course he thought she went out somewhere

So he sat down in front of the tv to wait for his dearest julie

He switched on the tv and got into some, uh, light entertainment

It was so strange she wasn't home

It was so strange she wasn't home

And then whilst sitting there by the tv set

He saw this, uh, envelope lying on the coffee table

"That's weird"

He picked it up and opened it

It said "to johnny: "I'm afraid, hello johnny

This is julie speaking, I'm fed up with all your chores

I'm fed up with washing your clothes

I'm fed up with waiting hand on foot on you

So I've finally decided to leave you

So that's it johnny, that's the end of our relationship

I've finally decided to walk out on you and I'm going

Out with david now, so, okay, I hope it's not too much

Of a shock. Hope it's not too much of a shock"

Johnny just couldn't believe it, oh julie had gone and left him

He just fell back into the armchair, stunned

Oh, man, he was so knocked out, he just couldn't believe it

Oh julie had gone on an left him, what was he gonna do?

Oh, what was he gonna do?

He stumbled around for a little while

Just trying to come to his senses because julie had left him

Just trying... Senses

And then the phone, the phone began to ring

The phone began to ring, he picked it up

I can't speak to anyone, man, get off the end of the line

I can't speak to

This is a real dilemma, this is a real dilemma

This is a real

I gotta find, I gotta find somebody but it isn't you

Get off the end of the line [...]

He put the receiver back where it belonged

And he settled down in the armchair again

Slightly shaking from the upheavel

So he knows where he can find help

He went for the helpline on the radio

That'll pull him out of it

He'll find some, he'll find some help

He must find some help

So he went to the radio and he was [...]

And all he could get was this, all he could get was this noise