Lyrics: Maria Manow/Henry Clateman
Music: Maria Manow/Henry Clateman
It's the year of the dragon
I don't feel nothing personal
I might kill myself, but still
I'll die saying way to go, ayo
Drop that top for the radio star
Pop that down for the radio star
Drop that top for the radio star
Drop that top for the radio star
Drop that top for the radio star
Pop that down for the radio star
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher
Feel the frisson
This ain't fiction, this my reality
Drop that top for the radio star
Pop that down for the radio star
Drop that top for the radio star
Pop that down for the radio star
Drop that top for the radio star
Drop that top for the radio star
With some friends, I crack
Good things have been said
With some things in need
Things we often see
With some things we had
With some things we hate
With some things I've seen
Jump in limousine, and get down
Come, come turn the radio on
I'm so far in the radio, I'm home
Drop that top for the radio star
Pop that down for the radio star
Drop that top for the radio stars
Pop that down for the radio star
Drop that top for the radio stars
Pop that down for the radio star