Black vinyl man with black plasticised imagination
More fodder for the new lost generation
I got a question to send you to the nearest closet
"Why can't you let us do it like Joni does it?"
There you go again, giving it your very best
Trying so hard to make it sound like all the rest
And as your factory sanctifies your wooden soul
You gave us TV dinners, now it's TV rock 'n' roll

We're growing up
We're growing up
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We're growing up
We're growing up
To Radio Musicola

I got political inclinations to announce
But no way, if it doesn't scan with your accounts
I got some spiritual ideology for you
I know it's gotta correspond with the corporation view

We're growing up
We're growing up
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We're growing up
We're growing up
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We're growing up
We're growing up
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We're growing up
We're growing up
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You can find it in the streets
You can find it in the elevators
You can find it where the ladies wash their hands
It emanates from little boxes on the wall
And it'll soon be coming in disposable tin cans

My soul shows art to me, but dollars says my radio
Wall Street liquid lunches showing us the way to go
Why tolerate this numismatical polity?
There isn't any other way
There isn't any other way, more is the pity

We're growing up
We're growing up
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We're growing up
We're growing up
To Radio Musicola
We're growing up
We're growing up
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We're growing up
We're growing up
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We're growing up
We're growing up
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We're growing up
We're growing up
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We're growing up
We're growing up
To Radio Musicola
We're growing up
We're growing up
To Radio Musicola

We're growing up
We're growing up
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