Yesterday I bought a nice radio, in the installment
I took it to the hill and put it in my own shack
And every afternoon, when I come home to have dinner
I quickly put my radio on
And the whole neighborhood comes, slowly
And the crowd gets packed back at the gate
But I never see who I wanted to see
As he doesn't like music and has no heart
Yesterday I bought a nice radio, in the installment
I took it to the hill and put it in my own shack
And every afternoon, when I come home to have dinner
I quickly put my radio on
And the whole neighborhood comes, slowly
And the crowd gets packed back at the gate
But I never see who I wanted to see
As he doesn't like music and has no heart
I end up losing my patience
I'm tired, tired of waiting
I'll sell my radio to anyone
By any price, just so I won't get unhappy
I've never seen such evil, I've never been so mocked
The poet, who didn't believe in love, said
That we almost always like someone who doesn't like us
I end up losing my patience
I'm tired, tired of waiting
I'll sell my radio to anyone
By any price, just so I won't get unhappy
I've never seen such evil, I've never been so mocked
The poet, who didn't believe in love, said
That we almost always like someone who doesn't like us