I heard you on the wireless back in '52, lying awake intent at tuning in on you. If I was young it didn't stop you coming through. OH-A-OH!
They took the credit for your second symphony. Rewritten by machine and new technology. And now I understand the problems you can see. OH-A-OH! I met your children! OH-A-OH! What did you tell them?
VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR! VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR!
VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR! VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR!
...You think we should let him know his pants are missing?
...I'm more concerned about the fact that he's shoving sticks of butter up his nose.
