Tekstovi: George Harrison. Devil's Radio.

Gossip, gossip, gossip, gossip

I heard it in the night, words that thoughtless speak
Like vultures swooping down below on the devil's radio
I hear it through the day, airwaves gettin' filled
With gossip broadcast to and fro on the devil's radio

Oh yeah, gossip, gossip, oh yeah

He's in the clubs and bars and never turns it down
Talking about what he don't know on the devil's radio
He's in your TV set, won't give it a rest
That soul betraying so and so, the devil's radio

Gossip, gossip, gossip, gossip
Oh yeah, gossip, gossip, oh yeah
Gossip, oh yeah, oh yeah, gossip

It's white and black like industrial waste
Pollution of the highest degree
You wonder why I don't hang out much
I wonder how you can't see

He's in the films and songs and on all your magazines
It's everywhere that you may go, the devil's radio

Oh yeah, gossip, gossip, oh yeah

Runs thick and fast, no one really sees
Quite what bad it can do
As it shapes you into something cold
Like an Eskimo igloo

It's all across our lives like a weed it's spread
'till nothing else has space to grow, the devil's radio
Can creep up in the dark, make us hide behind shades
And buzzing like a dynamo, the devil's radio

Gossip, oh yeah, gossip, oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, gossip, gossip, oh yeah, gossip
I heard you on Satan's wireless, gossip, oh yeah
You know the devil's radio, child, gossip
Gossip, gossip, gossip