She´s saying, you´re lost
She thinks its time for you to detox
Too many tunes inside your head
Why don´t you fill it up with her instead

She´s not playing, but you are
She wants romance but you want guitars
Your head was all like you prefer
But you should have lend your ears to her

You´re an addict to the audio
A chronic record lover who feeds on stereo

Just like the meat you eat,
The booze you choose,
The nicotine, the coffee
And the sugars that you need so

You´re not ready for detox
Turn on the radio

It´s not healthy, you´re not fit
She says if you don´t quit then she´ll split
She needs silence and not your noise
Your habit´s nothing she enjoys

And you´re a nut for every kind of sound
A chronic vinyl player, who can´t stop spinning ´round

Just like the meat you eat,
The booze you choose,
The nicotine, the coffee
And the sugars that you need so

You´re not ready for detox
Turn on the radio