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 cliches

The kids are making loads of noise outside on the street tonight

They're stealing cars, crashing them,
Cortinas, Jags and anything - that moves

The 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 like

The kids are making loads of noise outside on the street tonight

They're stealing cars, crashing them, Cortinas, Jags and anything

All 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 fun

The 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