Radio Calling S.O.S.

Radio's blasting Churning out the past They're picking up distress calls From the transmitter mast We're streaming Rock 'n' Roll Down the information highway While radio is lost Down some long forgotten bi-way Radio calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.) London is calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.) The voice of the nation Your signal's getting weak You're starting to break up now I can hardly hear you speak Put your message in your bottle Tie your colours to your mast But your next transmission Might well be your last Radio calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.) London is calling, calling S.O.S. (sending out an S.O.S.) Well, you've got no integrity Too obsessed with celebrity It's too late now We're turning off the radio, oh, oh It's panic stations, oh, oh, oh The corporation's going down, down, down So what can you expect From a D.J. with amnesia Except a numbing of the ears And some aural anaesthesia Radio calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.) London is calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.) Tokyo calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.) New York calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.) Radio calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.) London is calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.) New York calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.) Tokyo calling, calling S.O.S.