Praying won’t do it Begging won’t do it Crying won’t do it Nothing gets us in the charts It’s really hard Flowers won’t do it Chocolates won’t do it Death threats won’t do it Everyone’s tried it now Even Lil Bow Wow Yippee yo, yippee yo So when you gonna play our When you gonna play our song Tom? Tom?! (Well, it’s a very busy show!) And do you know How we could get ourselves on radio? We’re so average, so fluffin’ average Dressed in little denim clothes And wearing makeup, makeup Bribing won’t do it Stalking won’t do it Violence won’t do it It’s like getting blood from a stone Only the stone’s a person… And the blood is a wish I thought because our manager Owns a radio station We might get played on radio Without a hesitation Can’t think of another word to rhyme with hesitation… And do you know How we could get ourselves on radio? We’re so desperate, so ruddy desperate Wembley couldn’t hold our egos And wearing makeup in our videos I can’t even find a place to start With my head wrapped so far up my- Asking you a question Cause I want to know Know [x9] If you could get us on the radio So start the fireworks Ow, I burnt my chest hair Oh god, it really burns It’s left my chest bare We’ll play stadiums But I’m afraid of big crowds We’ll probably have a beer… If management allows Do you know How we could get ourselves on radio? We’re so hopeless, so bloody hopeless The only thing we really know Is we’re wearing makeup in our videos And that’s cause record sales fly sky high When you apply mascara on your eyes Oompa loompas want to know where we tan Do you know makeup really makes you a man? I can’t even find a place to start With my head wrapped so far up my- Asking you a question cause I want to know How we could get ourselves on radio