Playing won’t do it
Begging won’t do it
Crying won’t do it
Nothing gets us in the charts
It’s really hard
Flowers won’t do it
Chocolates won’t do it
Death threats don’t do it
Everyone’s tried it now
Even little Bow Wow
Yippee yo yippee yo
So when you gonna play our
When you gonna play our song
Tom. Tom?
“Well it’s a very busy show”
And do you know
How we can get ourselves on radio
We’re so average, so fluffing average
Dressed in little denim clothes
And wearing make-up, make-up
Bragging won’t do it
Stalking won’t do it
Violence won’t do it
It’s like getting blood from a stone
Only the stone’s a person
And the blood is a wish
I thought because our manager
Owned a radio station
We might get played on radio
Without a hesitation
Can’t think of another word
to rhyme with hesitation
And do you know
How we could get ourselves on radio
We’re so desperate, so ruddy desperate
Wembley couldn’t hold how it goes
And wearing make-up in our videos
I can’t even find a place to start
With my head wrapped so far up like
Asking you a question
Cos I want to know, know, know, know…
If you could get us on the radio
This is how the fire works
Ow! I burnt my chest hair
Oh God it really burns
Ow ow ow
It’s left my chest burned
We’ll play in stadiums
But I’m afraid of big crowds
We’ll probably have a beer
If management allows
Do you know
How we could get ourselves on radio
We’re so hopeless, so bloody hopeless
The only thing we really know
Is wearing make-up in our videos
And that’s cos record sales fly sky high
When you apply mascara on your eyes
All the men want to know where we tan
Do you know make-up really makes you a man?
I can’t even find a place to start
With my head wrapped so far up like
Asking you a question
Cos I want to know
How we could get ourselves on radio
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