Rock And Roll Paradise Poem by Colin Coplin

I pick up my glass and salute, the song, coming from, the radio,
The radio, the radio plays great songs
Take a sip and start to think, of the place where all dead musicians go
The radio, the radio, the radio plays great songs

Listening to the sound, I start to sing along, and before to long, I find
The contents of another bottle all gone
The radio, the radio, the radio plays great songs

Rock and roll paradise, always plays something nice, classic songs we love and sing
Rock and roll paradise, helps me through the night, the memories come flooding in, Come flooding in
The radio, the radio, the radio plays great songs

Where were you when they sang Hey Jude
Jesus of Suburbia, or Blue Suede Shoes
Walking On the Moon
Where were you when One was two
Born in the USA and the Dock of the Bay
Imagine and Peggy Sue
Where were you with the lights out
And David played and it pleased the Lord
Riding down the highway, going to a show
I done my sentence, but committed no crime,
I got a name, and all the riches baby one man can claim
And all the things I should have said and done, I just never took the time
Attracts me like no other lover
Every little thing gonna be alright
As long as I know how to love, I know I will stay alive
Excuse me while I kiss the sky
Ain't no mountain high enough
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
What's the problem with the world today
Cause I want to be Anarchy
I need love to keep me happy
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me
Where there is love, I will be there
And so many, so many more

Play them one more time from their lips, to send my mind adrift, in sweet reminisce
The radio, the radio plays great songs

Then, put your ear to the wind, you hear a familiar voice sing
And if you listen carefully, you can pick out the melody, to a new song
The radio, the radio, the radio plays great songs

Becoming one with the sound I start to sing along, and before too long, I find
The contents of another bottle gone
The radio. The radio, the radio plays great songs

I pick up my glass and salute, the song, coming from, the radio,
The radio, the radio plays great songs


Copyright Colin Coplin 1985 (updated 2023)