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Don't Touch the Radio!

[Intro] Three hundred miles. Full tank. Open road. One simple rule... Don't touch the damn radio. [Verse 1] Got my boots on the dashboard state of mind Cruise control and a county line Three songs in and we're doing fine Then your hand starts creeping toward mine You say "Honey, let's hear something new" That's exactly what I don't wanna do I love you more than this old Chevrolet But not enough to let you pick the playlist today [Pre-Chorus] The wheels keep turning The speakers glow There's places we can compromise This ain't one of those [Chorus] Don't touch the radio Don't spin that dial You got pop stars, I got outlaws One of us ain't got no style Don't touch the radio Baby let it be You can have the air conditioning But the soundtrack belongs to me [Verse 2] You played one song and then you played four Then suddenly we're in a genre war Some guy is whispering over synthetic drums Sounding like a hostage reading terms You call it art, you call it deep I call it proof that God can sleep I'm sure they're talented, bless their souls But so was the guy who invented toll roads [Chorus] Don't touch the radio Don't spin that dial This car was built for rock and roll Not emotional trial Don't touch the radio I'm begging respectfully The road is long, the gas ain't cheap Don't do this thing to me [guitar refrain] [Bridge] (spoken) See, sweetheart... Music's a lot like porn. Most people enjoy it now and then. Nobody should be sharing it. Because your favorite thing in the world might make me wanna throw up in a ditch. And my favorite thing in the world might have you calling a therapist. That's why God invented headphones. And that's why I drive. [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] Don't touch the radio Don't spin that dial This car was built for rock and roll Not emotional trial Don't touch the radio Don't reach again You pick the motel, I'll pick the songs And everybody wins Don't touch the radio That's all I ask of thee The road is shared The wheel is mine And so is 103.3 FM [Outro] Love is compromise. The radio isn't. [end]