Текст песни
Dance, dance, dance, dance party
Handclaps, insert there
Bold, bright and the lights
Flashes by, caught your eye
Saved you a spot in line
Anxiously waiting outside
Oh man, that's my jam
Two dollar cover, get your hand stamped
Through the doors, hit the floor
Dance, dance, party
Ooh radio, radio, radio
Ooh radio, makes you lonely
Broken record spinning, looking for a new routine
Get in where you fit in, 20-something's magazine
Drift away on dreams for few
Cut your teeth on the moon
You're coming down soon
High, full of surprise
Like I just left Watkins Memorial High
Spare change enough to survive
On a full time gig, loving life
When that gets old, we'll soon follow
Still stuck inside the club
Toy guns and strip mall pubs
Wishing we were more adventurous
Ooh radio, radio, radio
Ooh radio, makes you lonely
Big city baby, thirty is twenty
Move to the beat like you're in a hurry
Midlife crisis happens early
Everything that you wanna know
A little rebellion's better than settling
Sex, drugs or self-control
Act like you belong, people to meet, places to go
Altogether harmonious arrangement
Everybody gets lost in the mix
Navigating through the crowd, looking for an audience
Ooh radio, radio, radio
Ooh radio, makes you lonely
Ooh radio, radio, radio
Ooh radio, makes you lonely