If you got the time im not a liar
I'll change your mind into the fire
got a ten foot reach sugar dont preach
such a Georgia peach
but i still wouldn't eat ya

you got the style
its been a while
dont you put me on trial
time's a wasting

you got the time dont be a liar
gonna change your mind
cmon and set it on fire

oh oh oh oh
it isnt static
it isnt black or white

ooooo
im a radio
ooooo
a split screen romeo
ooooo
im a TV you can turn me
c'mon and turn me on
c'mon and turn me on

Saturday night its so uptight
i watch your chemical spill
under the black light
follow me down, hush no sound
it is a sticky situation
dont turn around turn around

you stop and you stare
it isnt fair i dont care
you break a sneaky swear

Saturday night its not quite right
i need your chemical spill
burning in the black light

oh oh oh oh
it isnt static
it isnt black or white

ooooo
im a radio
ooooo
a split screen romeo
ooooo
im a TV you can turn me
cmon and turn me on
cmon and turn me on

Saturday night its not quite right
i need your chemical spill
burning in the black light

oh oh oh oh
it isnt static
it isnt black or white

ooooo
im a radio
ooooo
a split screen romeo
ooooo
im a TV you can turn me
cmon and turn me
cmon and turn me o o o on
cmon and turn me on