All Time Low

Praying won't do it
Begging won't do it
Crying won't do it
Nothing gets us in the charts
It's really hard

Flowers won't do it
Chocolates won't do it
Death threats won't do it
Everyone's tried it now
Even Lil Bow Wow
Yippee yo, yippee yo

So when you gonna play our
When you gonna play our song
Tom? Tom?!
(Well, it's a very busy show!)

And do you know
How we could get ourselves on radio?
We're so average, so fluffing average
Dressed in little denim clothes
And wearing makeup, makeup

Bribing won't do it
Stalking won't do it
Violence won't do it
It's like getting blood from a stone
Only the stone's a person…
And the blood is a wish

I thought because our manager
Owns a radio station
We might get played on radio
Without a hesitation
Can't think of another word to rhyme with hesitation…

And do you know
How we could get ourselves on radio?
We're so desperate, so ruddy desperate
Wembley couldn't hold our egos
And wearing makeup in our videos

I can't even find a place to start
With my head wrapped so far up my
Asking you a question
Cause I want to know
Know [x9]
If you could get us on the radio

So start the fireworks
Ow, I burnt my chest hair
Oh god, it really burns
It's left my chest bare

We'll play stadiums
But I'm afraid of big crowds
We'll probably have a beer…
If management allows

Do you know
How we could get ourselves on radio?
We're so hopeless, so bloody hopeless
The only thing we really know
Is we're wearing makeup in our videos

And that's cause record sales fly sky high
When you apply mascara on your eyes
Oompa loompas want to know where we tan
Do you know makeup really makes you a man?

I can't even find a place to start
With my head wrapped so far up my
Asking you a question cause I want to know
How we could get ourselves on radio