If all the jocks took fifty discs
And played them in rotation
Do you suppose, the Walrus said
We'd have a radio station?
"I think so," said the Carpenter
"With no imagination."
"But based on our assumption
That the public have cloth ears
If we play things like Simply Red
Late Stones and Tears For Fears
We may just get away with it
For years and years and years."
The Walrus slipped a jingle in
And played a recent hit
Then followed up with "Baker St"
To compensate for it
He turned round to the Carpenter,
"See? Doesn't hurt a bit."
"A feast of eighties memories
Which we happened to acquire
A shovelful of chestnuts
On your glowing log-look fire
Ikea for the lugholes
Or a sonic remould tyre."
"That was Queen," the Walrus parped
In transatlantic voice,
"For all you folk in listener-land
Who simply have no choice
Some car insurance rubbish now
Then something from Rose Royce."
"And if there are objections,"
Said the Carpenter, "So what?
They may not like the output
But our sponsor does ... a lot
It helps to shift the product
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