Well the news is on, I listen all day
It's stranger than fiction that they make up these days
The music is crap, that the radio plays
I know it for certain, it's true like all clichesThe kids are making loads of noise outside on the street tonight
They're stealing cars, crashing them, Cortinas, Jags and anything - that movesThe phone-ins are stupid and sometimes they're sad
All the people who call-in they are totally mad
The interviewer so certain, so smug and so right
Cut you off in a second, shut you down when he likeThe kids are making loads of noise outside on the street tonight
They're stealing cars, crashing them, Cortinas, Jags and anythingAll the D.J.'s play records, keep a permanent smile
Can't they be that happy, so much of the while
Do they think we're so stupid, so useless and dumb
That we need their inanities to have a little funThe kids are making loads of noise outside on the street tonight
They're stealing cars, crashing them, Cortinas, Jags and anything - that moves, that moves