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 bi-way
 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.