Queen - Radio Ga Ga Lyrics
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Radio Ga Ga
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What Are The Lyrics For Radio Ga Ga By Queen?
I'd sit alone and watch your light
My only friend through teenage nights And everything I had to know I heard it on my radio You gave them all those old time stars Through wars of worlds invaded by Mars You made 'em laugh, you made 'em cry You made us feel like we could fly So don't become some background noise A backdrop for the girls and boys Who just don't know or just don't care And just complain when you're not there You had your time, you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio, everybody! All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio blah blah Radio, what's new? Radio, someone still loves you We watch the shows, we watch the stars On videos for hours and hours We hardly need to use our ears How music changes through the years Let's hope you never leave, old friend Like all good things, on you we depend So stick around 'cause we might miss you When we grow tired of all this visual Had your time, you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio blah blah Radio, what's new? Radio, someone still loves you Loves You |
Who Wrote Radio Ga Ga By Queen?
Roger Taylor
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What's The Duration Of The Radio Ga Ga By Queen?The duration of Radio Ga Ga is 6:11 minutes and seconds. |
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