I'm a drivin' across the nation,
I tune in to every station,
All the music is predictable,
I can't listen to this bull.

Then I stumbled on a pirate,
I hear the music that was full of wit,
I heard some curse words from the deejay,
I can't believe that's what he does say.

I'm on a pirate radio,
I'm on a pirate, whoo ooh, radio.

The playlist is...so eclectic,
It even plays some Weird Al Yankovic,
Why are the others, so predictable?
No explanation, its a riddle.


The pirate stations can come from anywhere,
You might catch them here or there,
I call my pirate on the telephone,
I'm on a wavelength near my home.

And I told him, his station was cool,
I tune it in from across the avenue,
And he told me, it's radio his way,
And it's a thrill, that's what he does say.


Spoken parts:

YAR! Ahoy, matees. Ye be listening to
independent radio in San Diego.
Pirate 96.9. It's illegal, yar!

YAR! We be broadcastin an independent voice in San Diego
despite complaints by the FCC, the NAB, and all of those
mega corporatations that control every kind of media
in the city, yar!

It's Pirate Radio...Ridiculous!

YAR! Ye be gettin demented with David Tanny, ye mateys,
on me radio station. Pirate 96.9.

Lyrics submitted by JohnnyLurg

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