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On the AirBuilt in the belly of junk by the river my cabin standsMade from the trash I dug out the heap, with my own fair hands Every night, I'm back at the shack and I'm sure no one else is there I'm putting the aerial up, so I can go out on the air On the air (On the air) On the air On the air Every morning I'm out at dawn with the dwarfs and the tramp For a silent communion lit from above by the sodium lamps Everyone I meet on the street acts as if I wasn't there But they're all going to know who I am 'cos I can go out on the air On the air (On the air) On the air On the air Leaving the car down leafy lane Turning out Tarzan for my Jungle Jane Anyone at all From Captain Zero and his brand of superhero standing by a call |