Radio Songtext
von Chuck Brodsky
Radio Songtext
Anderson, South Carolina - TL Hanna High
The people there will tell you - ask any passerby
About the kid who speaks in gibberish - folks′ll tell you, "Shoot...
Wasn't nothing but a little love and attention gave voice to a mute"
Who stood with his transistor - pressed against his ear
Picking up certain frequencies that only he could hear
There was this little man inside it - perhaps his only friend
The only one who′d talk to him - the only one back then
Coach Jones barked, "Come here, boy!" to this kid up in the stands
Who was mimicking him loudly - making gestures with his hands
The players on the football team exchanged uneasy glances
You jumped when Coach said to jump - but oh, how slow the boy was advancing
Coach Jones was pulling on the drawstrings on his hood
The kid, he spoke in gibberish -Coach, he understood
Lamb imitating lion - it sure looked like easy prey
But this is not what happened - no, it went the other way
This kid they nicknamed Radio was 18 going on 6
The team needed a water boy - and so the job was his
Coach convinced the principal to bend a couple rules
He'd pick up Radio every day - on his way to school
Everywhere that Coach Jones went his lamb was sure to go
They tried him out in Special Ed but his marks were too low
The kid's now in his 50′s - his hair is sprinkled white
For 30 years he′s come to school - he cannot read or write
Come Football Fridays - they let Radio be the star
He falls in with the marching band and then with the color guard
He jumps when the cheerleaders jump - with pom poms on his hands
He cusses like the coaches do & he high fives with the fans
They give Radio report cards & they give him varsity letters
They let him wander freely in his TL Hanna sweater
He visits all the classrooms - and whenever there's a test
He whips out his box of crayons - he tries his very best
Everyone knows Radio - the townspeople adore him
The students pat his head just like their parents did before them
Anderson, South Carolina... folks′ll tell you, "Shoot...
It wasn't nothing but a little love and attention - gave voice to a mute
The people there will tell you - ask any passerby
About the kid who speaks in gibberish - folks′ll tell you, "Shoot...
Wasn't nothing but a little love and attention gave voice to a mute"
Who stood with his transistor - pressed against his ear
Picking up certain frequencies that only he could hear
There was this little man inside it - perhaps his only friend
The only one who′d talk to him - the only one back then
Coach Jones barked, "Come here, boy!" to this kid up in the stands
Who was mimicking him loudly - making gestures with his hands
The players on the football team exchanged uneasy glances
You jumped when Coach said to jump - but oh, how slow the boy was advancing
Coach Jones was pulling on the drawstrings on his hood
The kid, he spoke in gibberish -Coach, he understood
Lamb imitating lion - it sure looked like easy prey
But this is not what happened - no, it went the other way
This kid they nicknamed Radio was 18 going on 6
The team needed a water boy - and so the job was his
Coach convinced the principal to bend a couple rules
He'd pick up Radio every day - on his way to school
Everywhere that Coach Jones went his lamb was sure to go
They tried him out in Special Ed but his marks were too low
The kid's now in his 50′s - his hair is sprinkled white
For 30 years he′s come to school - he cannot read or write
Come Football Fridays - they let Radio be the star
He falls in with the marching band and then with the color guard
He jumps when the cheerleaders jump - with pom poms on his hands
He cusses like the coaches do & he high fives with the fans
They give Radio report cards & they give him varsity letters
They let him wander freely in his TL Hanna sweater
He visits all the classrooms - and whenever there's a test
He whips out his box of crayons - he tries his very best
Everyone knows Radio - the townspeople adore him
The students pat his head just like their parents did before them
Anderson, South Carolina... folks′ll tell you, "Shoot...
It wasn't nothing but a little love and attention - gave voice to a mute
Writer(s): Gurmeet Singh, Kaptaan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
