Yeah, punch my card at five o'clocknFriday night and I'm ready to rocknHit the switch, spin the dialnCan't find nothing with a rockin' stylennSomething's wrong with my radionIt says slow down, I say gonThey might stare, but baby I don't carenWe're gonna rock rock rocknnGrease my hair count my doughnTell that D.J. where to gonTry to listen for a little whilenBut long-haired music it cramps my stylennSomething's wrong with my radionIt says slow down, I say gonThey might stare, but baby I don't carenWe're gonna rock rock rocknnWell hunk my horn in jumps my galnJust one look and it straightens her curlsnRadio is off I have a hunchnRadio station is out to lunchnnSomething's wrong with my radionIt says slow down but I say gonThey might stare, but baby I don't carenWe're gonna rock rock rocknnSomething's wrong with my radionSomething's wrong with my radionOooh, there is something wrong with my radionSomething's wrong with my radionThey might stare, but baby I don't carenWe're gonna rock rock rock