The radio story

The terror is in your radio, the terror is in your radio
The terror is in your radio oh oh
Strange people look at strange faces
Strange people say "we are weird"
Strange people look at strange faces
Strange people say that "we are weird"
But the terror is in your radio, the terror is in your radio oh oh

Johnny come home early from work
That evening, about half-past five
He opened the door slowly and run into
The flat expecting to find julie there
He ran upstairs and said "hi julie I'm home"
But she wasn't anywhere to be seen
He looked everywhere but he couldn't find her
So of course he thought she went out somewhere

So he sat down in front of the tv to wait for his dearest julie
He switched on the tv and got into some, uh, light entertainment
It was so strange she wasn't home
It was so strange she wasn't home
And then whilst sitting there by the tv set
He saw this, uh, envelope lying on the coffee table
"That's weird"
He picked it up and opened it
It said "to johnny: "I'm afraid, hello johnny

This is julie speaking, I'm fed up with all your chores
I'm fed up with washing your clothes
I'm fed up with waiting hand on foot on you
So I've finally decided to leave you
So that's it johnny, that's the end of our relationship
I've finally decided to walk out on you and I'm going
Out with david now, so, okay, I hope it's not too much
Of a shock. Hope it's not too much of a shock"
Johnny just couldn't believe it, oh julie had gone and left him
He just fell back into the armchair, stunned

Oh, man, he was so knocked out, he just couldn't believe it
Oh julie had gone on an left him, what was he gonna do?
Oh, what was he gonna do?
He stumbled around for a little while
Just trying to come to his senses because julie had left him
Just trying... Senses
And then the phone, the phone began to ring
The phone began to ring, he picked it up

I can't speak to anyone, man, get off the end of the line
I can't speak to
This is a real dilemma, this is a real dilemma
This is a real
I gotta find, I gotta find somebody but it isn't you
Get off the end of the line [...]
He put the receiver back where it belonged
And he settled down in the armchair again

Slightly shaking from the upheavel
So he knows where he can find help
He went for the helpline on the radio
That'll pull him out of it
He'll find some, he'll find some help
He must find some help
So he went to the radio and he was [...]
And all he could get was this, all he could get was this noise