IT WAS BACK IN ´69, LIKE A NIGHT MARE CRYIN´ IN A HOTEL BED ON THE COAST HAPPY SHANGHAI GIRLS LIKE A PRETTY STRING OF PEARLS AND A SNOW STORM UP IN MY NOSE I WAS ON MY WAY TO HEAVEN, WITH A FUNKY RED 11 AND A SWITCHBLADE JOB ON THE SIDE HEAR THE MUSIC PLAYIN´ AND MY HEARTBEAT PRAYIN´ TO THE AIRWAVES OUT IN THE NIGHT OUUH, RADIO! I LOVE MY RADIO! MY CHINESE RADIO! OUUH, RADIO! I LOVE MY RADIO! MY CHINESE RADIO! OUUH! OH, I COULD WRITE A MILLION STORIES TALES OF LOVE AND HATE AND PAIN AND MY FEARS WOULD TRUELY FRIGHTEN ANY ORDINARY MAN IS THERE SOMEONE OUT THERE LAUGHING? WALKING IN THE POURING RAIN LORD, I´M SURE I KNOW THE ANSWERS BUT IT´S TOO HARD – TO EXPLAIN NOW MY HEAD IS BURNING, AN´ I FEEL IT TURNING IN AN IGLOO UP ON THE MOON SAYING: LORD, HAVE MERCY ON A GUY FROM JERSEY AND IT FALLS BACK INTO MY ROOM JUST A STRANDED TOURIST AN´ I WOULDN´T TOUCH THE PUREST IF I EVER OUT HERE ALIVE WHILE THE FM- SWITCHES AND THE GREEN-LIGHT DIGITS KEEP IN TOUCH WITH THE WORLD OUTSIDE BRIDGE: JUST A RIVER ON THE RUN, NOW I´M FLYIN´ AND I WON´T TOUCH DOWN GOT NOWHERE LEFT TO RUN I GET ON MY KNEES AND PRAY!