Five Minutes

I live near the radio I hope they'll play our song But they are always speaking about others I think they lost my tape Our group will be the next big thing Deejays will feel guilty some day Cause when we sounds and we we sing Everybody phone to the deejay asking for it Airplane crash, the cars stop, the world goes quiet and the girls fall in love with us, and The boys want to make me laugh I say Ok? and all is free We are the kings, we are the scene I live near the radio I hope they'll play our song I live near the radio...