Italian Radio

I ended the book that I'm writing

The part about you, I'm tearing it out

A simple good night, stop fighting

There's nothing there to even read about



I'm leaving you here my darling

To search for a better and easy way out

Through all of the pain that I'm causing

There's nothing there to even sing about.



But it goes,

bah bah bah bah bay-uh-bada-bah.

yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yaba dada bah.

Rup-bup-bup-bup bah,

bah bah bah bay-uh-bada-bah.

yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yaba dasa bah.

Ay-hay, yeah.



Recorded Italian Radio.

I changed up the words to made you happy though.

In front of the midnight music show

I beat up, I beat up the boy that made you happy though

Rup-bup-bup-bup bay-ee.



I noticed the things that you want me to be,

they outweigh the ones that make me happy.

So pull out your hands and meet my, my fine new lady.

She's rock n' roll, and she saved me.



It goes,

bah bah bah bah bay-uh-bada-bah.

yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yaba dada bah.

Rup-bup-bup-bup bah,

bah bah bah bay-uh-bada-bah.

yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yabaday-ee yaba dada bah.

Ay-hay, yeah.