Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Transistor Radio, artist - Benny Hill. Date of issue: 09.10.2013
Song language: English
Transistor Radio |
| My baby’s got a transistor radio |
| She takes it everywhere we go |
| She takes it when we go out a-walking |
| Even to a movie show |
| Well now, just last night, in the pale moonlight |
| I asked her for a kiss |
| But instead of hearing her whisper sweet words of love |
| All that I could hear was this |
| (Radio Pinky & Perky Style) |
| Last night I held a little hand |
| it made my poor heart sing |
| It was the sweetest hand I’d held |
| Four aces and a king |
| Ga-ba-ga-ba-hey-ho |
| I went round to the house where my baby lives |
| To ask her for a date |
| There I was, walking up the garden path |
| Round about half past eight |
| When I heard a sound, made my poor heart pound |
| It stopped me in my stride |
| I seemed to hear the voice of another guy |
| Coming from inside |
| (Radio Elvis Style) |
| I wonder if you? |
| re lonesome tonight — but don’t wanna call |
| Maybe that? |
| s ?cause you? |
| re eleven feet tall |
| And all the world? |
| s a stage, I have often heard that said |
| But I don? |
| t have a wooden heart |
| I have a wooden head |
| I? |
| d like to take her transistor radio |
| And throw it in the deep blue sea |
| I? |
| m so jealous of her transistor radio |
| ?Cause it takes her mind off me |
| I said, Oh baby, please be mine |
| I want you for my own |
| Tell me, is your love for somebody else? |
| Or is it for me alone? |
| (Radio Presenter Style) |
| It’s also for Ngia Gooki of British Honduras, Umbongo Appledory of New Guinea, |
| and Fred Glockenlocker of British Hartlepool |
| I swore to her that I would always be true |
| And love her all the while |
| And on that oh so happy day in may |
| I took her down the aisle |
| Now, do you take this man to be your loving husband? |
| The preacher softly said |
| But he never heard you say, I do |
| Cause this is what he heard instead |
| (Radio) |
| Gabba, gabba, yeah, yeah |
| Gabba, gabba, yeah, yeah |
| You told me you were just eighteen on the telephone |
| I thought that you meant eighteen years |
| But you meant eighteen stone |
| Big fat mama |
| We went to spend our honeymoon down on the Island of Capri |
| I found ourselves a very small hotel as quiet as could be |
| But when I got up to our room upon our wedding night |
| This is the sound that reached my ears |
| As I switched out the light |
| Darling? |
| Ere, where? |
| s the radio? |
| Music he wants |