friday night i pulled into the station,the same routine, the same oldsituation.pushing through the crowd,and then i hear a song,and wonder if the good old daysare really gone.we used to be crazier,now we're so serious.was life really easier,or are we just idiots?am i too young?am i too old?is there something wrongwith the radio?we'd stay out all nightto see our favourite band.hanging out backstagewas like the holy land.we used to be crazier,now we're so serious.was life really easier,or are we just idiots?am i too young?am i too old?is there something wrongwith the radio?it doesn't rock,it doesn't roll.is there something wrongwith the radio?am i too young?am i too old?is there something wrongwith the radio?i just wanna rock,i just wanna roll.is there something wrongwith the radio?we'd turn up the radioand wake the neighbors.was it so long ago?it seems like it was only yesterday.am i too young?am i too old?is there something wrongwith the radio?it doesn't rock,it doesn't roll.is there something wrongwith the radio?am i too young?am i too old?is there something wrongwith the radio?i just wanna rock,i just wanna roll.is there something wrongwith the radio?radio?radio?radio!