[Verse 1]
Shut, shut the door, say I'm sick, I'm dead
Turn off the mobile, get the radio instead
For the next four hours, leave me alone
I don't care if the president's on the phone
I might have DTs or emphysema
The doctor's at the door, but I won't be seeing her
I'm doing something not strictly within the law
If that rock band keeps rehearsing next door
[Chorus]
Shut up! The footy's on the radio
Shut up! The footy's on the radio
[Verse 2]
You can turn on the TV, but leave the volume down
Look at the commentator, what a freaking clown
There's footy on the radio, but me no buts
There's footy on the radio...
[Chorus]
Shut up! The footy's on the radio
Shut up! The footy's on the radio
Shut up!
[Bridge]
Shut up the intellectuals with their Coke-bottle gla**es
Shut up the trendy members of the chattering cla**es
Shut up all the DJs, especially the Fox's
Thank god they shut up wa*kers in their corporate boxes
They shut schools and hospitals, so why is it that
It's so hard for you to shut your freaking loudmouth trap?
Yeah, I'll shut my abuse, it won't happen no more
Grab a beer for me and shut the fridge door
[Chorus]
The footy's on the radio (shut that drum machine, shut the guitar sounds)
Shut up! The footy's on the radio (and shut this song before we miss the bounce)
Shut up! The footy's on the radio (shut the stupid lyrics, I'm gonna get real cut)
Shut up! The footy's on the radio (the footy's on the radio, just... shut up!)