Sometimes she runs

sometimes she don't.

More than once she's

left me on the side of the road.

The older she gets

the slower we go.

But there ain't nothin'

wrong with the radio.

She needs a carborator

a set of plug wires.

She's riden' me around

on four bald tires.

The wipers don't work

and the horn don't blow.

But there ain't nothin'

wrong with the radio.

I've got sixteen speakers

crossing my back dash.

Little bobbing dog

watching every body pass.

Dual antennas whippin' in the wind.

Now there ain't a country

station that I can't tune in.

She ain't a cadillac

and she ain't a Rolls

But there ain't nothin

wrong with the radio.

I got stopped by a cop

late last night.

Outa state tags

and no tails lights.

He said I oughta run you in

but I'm letting you go.

Because there ain't nothin'

wrong with your radio.

I got the best lookin girl

in my home town.

I asked her last night

when I took her out.

Honey tell me what it is

that make me love you so.

She said there ain't nothin'

wrong with your radio.

I've got sixteen speakers

crossing my back dash.

Little bobbing dog watchin'

everybody pass.

Dual antennas

whipin' in the wind.

Oh there ain't a country

station that I can't tune in.

She ain't a cadillac

and she ain't a Rolls.

But there ain't nothin'

wrong with the radio.

She ain't a cadillac

and she ain't a Rolls.

But there ain't nothin'

wrong with the rad i o.