Radio Calling S.O.S.

Radio's blasting
Churning out the past
They're picking up distress calls
From the transmitter mast
We're streaming rock 'n' roll
Down the information highway
While radio is lost
Down some long forgotten byway

Radio calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.)
London is calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.)

The voice of the nation
Your signal's getting weak
You're starting to break up now
I can hardly hear you speak
Put your message in your bottle
Tie your colours to your mast
But your next transmission
Might well be your last

Radio calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.)
London is calling, calling S.O.S. (sending out an S.O.S.)

Well, you've got no integrity
Too obsessed with celebrity
It's too late now
We're turning off the radio, oh, oh
It's panic stations, oh, oh, oh
The corporation's going down, down, down

So what can you expect
From a D.J. with amnesia
Except a numbing of the ears
And some aural anaesthesia

Radio calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.)
London is calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.)
Tokyo calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.)
New York calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.)
Radio calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.)
London is calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.)
New York calling, calling S.O.S. (calling S.O.S.)
Tokyo calling, calling S.O.S