Turn, turn the radio low 
I've got to talk to you 
Turn, turn the radio low… 

Got a half-Armenian girlfriend 
She tests me like a Scantron 
She'll only tell me what's wrong 
If she's hit the bong ba bong bong 

Feeling melodramatic and spastic 
She ain't made of West Coast plastic 
I lay awake with an aching
Is it all in my head like she said? 

Turn turn the radio low 
I've got to talk to you 
Turn turn the radio low… 

I'm in love with the sounds that you make 
And the ground that you walk on 
I'm running after you 
I'm in love with the way 
That you're making me wait 
I just want to be catching up to you

Got a half Armenian girlfriend 
She's hotter than I am handsome 
She'll fuck you up and then some 
She'll rock the boat to bedlam 

Feeling melodramatic and spastic 
She ain't made of West Side plastic 
And I lay awake with an aching 
Is it all in my head like she said? 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah! 

I'm in love with the sounds that you make 
And the ground that you walk on 
I'm running after you 
I'm in love with the way 
That you're making me wait 
I just want to be catching up to you 
I just want to be catching up to you 
I just want to be catching up to you
I just want to be catching up to you 

Turn, turn the radio low 
I've got to talk to you 
Turn, turn the radio low 
I've gotta get through to you