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Radio P.w.e.i. Lyrics - This Is The Day...this Is The Hour... This Is This - Pop Will Eat Itself

Okay everybody, we're the hi-tech gurus 

All the rage, always on the front page news 

TV and video, here to go-go 

On Radio P.W.E.I., turn it on and turn it up high 

Like a ten truck, don't give a fuck 

And if you don't like the Poppies that's your hard luck 

 

We cut and strut with military precision 

All cards are marked, unanimous decision 

It's finger-licking, finger-clicking 

My mike sounds nice and the beat box ticking 

Squeal like an eel, squirm like a worm 

We're hot getting hotter, making ears burn, making ears burn 

 

Talking! Huh? 

Talking! What? 

Talking to you 

(That's right) 

Go 

 

Let's turn it up 

(Rock you) 

 

We can rap we can sing a thing or two for you 

We'll talk of anything, everything if you want, thing 

The sky is the limit, the limit is the sky, why? P.W.E.I. 

Say don't worry, no hurry to fret 

No jest, the best is yet to come 

And some are just dumb when they say it's no fun they gotta learn 

 

We're seriously delirious, the force is here with us 

We ain't joking, we're just poking fun 

At those poking guns up each others asses at each and every turn 

Rock so hard there's no time to roll 

When the Poppies are on patrol, on patrol, on patrol 

 

Talking! Huh? 

Talking! What? 

Talking to you 

(That's right) 

Go 

 

Let's turn it up 

(Rock you) 

 

Radio, radio 

Radio, radio 

Radio, radio 

Radio, the incredible 

 

Talking! Huh? 

Talking! What? 

Talking to you 

(That's right) 

Go 

 

Let's turn it up 

(Rock you) 

Let's turn it up 

(Rock you) 

 

Radio, radio 

Radio, radio 

Radio, radio 

 

One-two check hi-tech in stereo, quadro 

Anyway you go but loose, one-oh-oh-one uses 

We got the juice to bruise the fuses 

The volume in this room is much too groomed 

We need a big bad boom 

Noise K.O.! Disco inferno, hey ho yo, let's go 

 

Gonna rock the show, blow the speakers, see them glow 

So now you know it's not what you do, but the way that you do it 

The speakers you blew but the way that you blew it 

P.W.E.I. always knew it 

We'll teach them all this song, it won't take long 

Did it? We're through with it, hit it 

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