Hey I was just a little boy Bangin on the garbage can My daddy handed me his gold guitar And slapped them sticks from my hand He said I know you wanna be a race car driver And swing like spiderman If ya pay attention to your papa, son You'll be playin in a rock and roll band Like a ghost, in my, in my radio In my radio-o Like a ghost, in my, in my radio Like a ghost, in my, in my radio In my radio-o Like a ghost, in my, in my radio Hey Got into trouble like all young boys do A rebel with no cause or a plan Ended up in juvey pimpin bell bottom blues Dreamin bout my toes in the sand My momma told me I could do whatever I want I'd like for you to take my hand Walk with me down this memory lane That took me here to Birmingham Like a ghost, in my, in my radio In my radio-o Like a ghost, in my, in my radio Like a ghost, in my, in my radio In my radio-o Like a ghost, in my, in my radio Turning on my, Hi-Fi Stereo, I'm ready to go King or KJR in the morning Let it roll Like a lullaby, bye bye Like a hand to hold, for the young & old A little easy action on the AM Solid gold Like a ghost, in my, in my radio In my radio-o Like a ghost, in my, in my radio Like a ghost, in my, in my radio In my radio-o Like a ghost, in my, in my radio