Transistor Radio Days (Check My Frequency, Father)

I begged for a Sony walkman like the other kids at school,
He brought home a Sanyo transistor radio I didn't know how to use, 

Fishing with Father by the Hampshire lake, he,
Taught me how to let the fish I caught swim free,

Drag my feet from the bus stop, report card days,
I'd tuck my head into my parka, knowing that he'd say,

Son now, you'll never have a chance,
Just forget whatever you said,

Right now, don't compare to your friends,
Now off to bed, sans supper, off to bed,
Off to bed you go, son, 

Bought my own walkman several years later on,
When the mp3's started raging, I was again,humming alone, 

Sitting on the curb, not on the jetty, no more fishing,
Asked me for the Sanyo he gave me, better be in good condition, 

So I presented its battered form, shaking, like it was my report card,
And I failed another of his 'important subjects', he stared at me hard, 

And he spoke, 

Son now, you'll never have a chance,
Just forget whatever you said,
Right now, don't compare to your friends,
Now off to bed, sans supper, off to bed,
Off to bed you go, son, 

iPod plugged in, whatever Father says, I won't hear,
I don't need to do anything though, we haven't conversed in years,
 

Father's old Sanyo sitting in the attic,
Just screaming for redemption, I have to have it, 

So I set it up, an hour just to tune in, to the top 40 radio station of my choice,
So I've set it up, and the music's blaring, this is how I listen to Father's voice, 

Well now, I just want to dance,
Try to forget what Father said,
Go down, don't hesitate on chance,
Dance, dance, like it's one of my past birthdays,
Back when I didn't have to hear him only in my head,
Only in my head, Mr.Sanyo, only in my head,
Only in my head. 

I just want to dance,
I just want to dance,
He's only in my head.
Only in my head.

Transistor Radio Days

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