Radio Killed the Video Star

(to the Buggles "Video Killed the Radio Star")

I turned the TV on
To channel fifty-two
Finding performer dancing,
Singing some new tune
On screen, such fun I loved
The video I viewed
(what a show)

I loved the pictures,
But there’s not much melody
I listened in my car,
Gave me lobotomy
And now I call police
Reporting felony
(Oh, it blows)

Your song’s a villain
(Oh it blows)
Call Marshal Dillon

Radio killed the video star
Radio killed the video star
Pain has come from vocal fart
(Oh uh-oh)

So what convinced you
To record in studio?
Your love of scotch perhaps
Or rancid red bordeaux
A true offender
Your lyrical B.O.
(Oh, it blows)

This was your first one
(Oh, uh-oh)
Hope it’s your last one

Radio killed the video star
Radio killed the video star
Sound design has left me scarred
So please be kind, sing au revoir

(Oh it blow-ohs)
(Oh it blow-ohs)

Radio killed the video star
Radio killed the video star
Acting’s fine for movie star
I even like the avant garde
Just step away from that guitar

Radio killed the video star
Radio killed the video star