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