I turned on my radio and spun the dial I thought I'd listen to some news for a while I grabbed the knob spun it around Got NPR here's what I found Real news? Hardly a trace Just one damn marathon marketplace The NASDAQ up the Dow's in the cellar NPR's sold out to Rockefeller Hostile take-over, real hostile Well I hear all about the anti-trust And all the day traders who bit the dust Mergers, buy-outs and aquisitions Low-down crooks in high positions Wheelers, dealers and CEO's Fired and paid off through the nose Buying yachts and fancy homes With the bail out money from the savings and loans And I get pissed, off that is It's dot com this and dot com that And the underwriters are getting fat On airwaves stole from you and me By a bunch of thieves called the FCC They don't give a damn what we want or need They've all caved in to corporate greed And sold us out to the ruling cla** The whole damn bunch can dot my com This is a family show folks, FCC says watch your language English, what's yours? I got tired of being treated like a veg So I called up the station and cancelled my pledge And in a mighty act of liberation Sent the money off to my community station I said I love you, but if you blow it I'll sure as hell let you know it I'll knock the radio off the shelf By a transmitter and do it myself White beard the pirate This is radio station HOBO broadcasting on a vagrancy of 60-to-90 days Signing off for now