Armchairs and high winds spilling drinks ain’t what they used to be
No longer crystal clear but no one’s really listening
More electronics, every gimmick plus the kitchen sink
Fit in your pocket or forgotten like misplaced car keys
It’s a model of amusing flaws and old dogs put to rest
So goodbye to the airwaves
So long useless megaphone
This is the last broadcast
Sign off, farewell radio
Farewell
Check every channel for some ammo or some vinyl wax
Not true magnetic but synthetic, systematic tracks
The smoldering embers are what’s left of yesterday’s new ground
We’re taking pleasure all together watching it burn down
And leave a compressed sound, cloned again and again
So goodbye to the old ways
This is the last broadcast
Sign off, farewell radio
Farewell
No more presets, no more stations
No more frequency modulation
The channel’s down, the line is dead
But maybe it’s all in your head
So goodbye to the airwaves
So long useless megaphone
This is the last broadcast
Sign off, farewell radio
So goodbye to the old ways
No more spinning Parlophones
This is the last broadcast
Sign off, farewell radio
Farewell