Called up Lucky on the telephone
I asked old Lucky what's been going on
I got a mess of them blues, that you wouldn't believe
Seems like everytime i turn around
Somebody's tryin to knock me down
I don't have any tricks left up my sleeve
I said Lucky that ain't nothin new
I've been havin me a hard time too
I know what you're going through and it's a mighty heavy load
I can't help but think one fine day
That stone is gonna roll away
You'll be a songwriting Hemingway
And we'll be listening, on the skyline radio
Now this is way too small of a town
To be able to keep any secrets down
Everybody knows your business before you do
You won't believe some of the things i hear
About some of the fine folks that live around here
Everything from wife swappin, drug rings, to practicin voodoo
Grab your hat, get in line
Hurry up, don't waste no time
Step on up, right this way, if you wanna see the show
Help you out, fix you up
Mend your fence, and fill your cup
Don't do nothin till you check your local listings
For the skyline radio
Just this morning heard the president say
He came up with a plan thats gonna save the day
But it was hung up in committee up on capitol hill
A different singer but the song is the same
He knows right where to lay that blame
It's always been that way and it's that way still
Traffic fines, zodiac signs,
Everybody's dialin up the psychic lines
Profit maximization is the ultimate goal, don't you know
Food stamps, prison camps
Girls get away with murder due to menstrual cramps
Instant gratification on remote control
With the skyline radio
Someday i'm gonna take that ride
I wanna have you goin by my side
You'll be Bonnie and i'll be Clyde, with no particular place to go
We'll hit the key make the motor run
Talk about it in the mornin sun
Be the best thing we've ever done
You and me girl, and the skyline radio
Skyline radio
I asked old Lucky what's been going on
I got a mess of them blues, that you wouldn't believe
Seems like everytime i turn around
Somebody's tryin to knock me down
I don't have any tricks left up my sleeve
I said Lucky that ain't nothin new
I've been havin me a hard time too
I know what you're going through and it's a mighty heavy load
I can't help but think one fine day
That stone is gonna roll away
You'll be a songwriting Hemingway
And we'll be listening, on the skyline radio
Now this is way too small of a town
To be able to keep any secrets down
Everybody knows your business before you do
You won't believe some of the things i hear
About some of the fine folks that live around here
Everything from wife swappin, drug rings, to practicin voodoo
Grab your hat, get in line
Hurry up, don't waste no time
Step on up, right this way, if you wanna see the show
Help you out, fix you up
Mend your fence, and fill your cup
Don't do nothin till you check your local listings
For the skyline radio
Just this morning heard the president say
He came up with a plan thats gonna save the day
But it was hung up in committee up on capitol hill
A different singer but the song is the same
He knows right where to lay that blame
It's always been that way and it's that way still
Traffic fines, zodiac signs,
Everybody's dialin up the psychic lines
Profit maximization is the ultimate goal, don't you know
Food stamps, prison camps
Girls get away with murder due to menstrual cramps
Instant gratification on remote control
With the skyline radio
Someday i'm gonna take that ride
I wanna have you goin by my side
You'll be Bonnie and i'll be Clyde, with no particular place to go
We'll hit the key make the motor run
Talk about it in the mornin sun
Be the best thing we've ever done
You and me girl, and the skyline radio
Skyline radio
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