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Radio Ga Ga



Rushing round the house, scraps of paper in my hand

Finding bit's of info wrapped up in a rubber band

I'm going on the radio -- what ever will I wear

I could sit and have the interview with nothing on -- bare!

For no one will ever see me except the presenter and the mike

What a horrible dream I'm having the thought never the like

I'll put on my best trousers or perhaps a little dress

I'm going to highlight Raynauds not going to impress


I have my little speech in hand, things I have to say

But I'm dreading going on the air I'll have plenty nerves that day

But I'll put it all behind me and give it my best shot

And tell the rest of England about this condition that I've got

I hope the studio is nice and warm or else I might cease to function

I'll have my rucksack on my back to feed my daily luncheon

I'll tell them all about my day, the cold weather and winter too

And how my little fingers become so dead and tinged with blue


Yes! I'm quite excited and nervous to say the least

To go on air and talk about this awesome little beast

But if it makes the difference to someone who feels lost

It will be a little bonus whatever the action cost

If that one lonely person knows they're not alone

And doesn't feel it terrible to give a little moan

Then it will all have been worth it to speak my mind you see

And respect the right to grumble and know its not just me


I'm on the radio on Wednesday lunch -- please wish me luck thank you

And know that I will be speaking for every one of you!


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