My baby's got a transistor radio, she takes
it everywhere we go,
She takes it when we go out a-walkin', even
to a movie show.
Well now just last night in the pale moonlight
I asked her for a kiss,
But instead of hearing her whisper sweet words
of love, all that I could hear was this.
Last night I held her little hand, it made
my poor heart sing,
It was the sweetest hand I'd held, four aces
and a king.
All together we're the Chipmunks! Alvin!
I went 'round to the house where my baby lives
to ask her for a date,
There I was a-walking up the garden path around
about half past eight.
When I heard a sound made my poor heart pound,
it stopped me in my stride, I
seemed to hear the voice of another guy coming from inside.
I wonder if you're lonesome tonight, I don't
wanna call,
Maybe that's 'cause you're eleven feet tall.
All the world's a stage, they say, I've often
heard that said,
But I don't have a wooden heart, I have a
wooden head.
I'd like to take her transistor radio and throw
it in the deep blue sea,
I'm so jealous of her transistor radio 'cause
it takes her mind off me.
I said, "Oh baby, please be mine, I want you
for my own,
Tell me is your love for somebody else, or
is it for me alone?"
It's also for Naguyaguki of British Hondurus,
Ambango Apple Durian of New Guinea,
And Fred Clockenlocker of British West Hartley
Port.
I swore to her that I would be always true
and love her all the while,
And on that oh so happy day in May I took
her down the aisle.
"Now do you take this man to be your loving
husband?" the preacher softly said, But
he never heard you say "I do" 'cause this is what he heard instead.
Comma comma comma yea yea, comma comma comma
yea yea.
You told me you were just eighteen on the
telephone,
I thought that you meant eighteen years but
you meant eighteen stone,
Big fat mama!
We went to spend our honeymoon down on the
island of Capri,
I found ourselves a very small hotel as quiet
as could be.
But when I got up to our room upon our wedding
night,
This is the sound that reached my ears as
I switched out the light.
"Darling."
"Here, where's the radio?"
"Music he wants."
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