I stayed with you one hazy night, I couldn't stay for more
Your carpet hung upon the wall, your blankets were on the floor
Greenwich Village after dark, everyone was free
You wanted a guitarist but what you got was me

Radio Lady sort my mind out, your fingers go in deep
Radio Lady sort my mind out. then we'll go to sleep

The clothes store on Eighth Avenue that the Twenties left behind
Put leather round my shoulders and spaces in my mind
I couldn't walk the streets alone, I don't understand it quite
But she took me through the daylight hours
And I took you through the night

Radio Lady...etc.

Low East Midtown afternoon, Channel Nine's too much
Needed you there beside me like a cripple needs his crutch
Plastic orange tongues of fire, the sun lay on the bed
You needed to make musicians, I needed to make bread

Radio Lady...etc

My Old Lady sorts my mind out, her fingers go in deep
My Old Lady sorts my mind out, then we go to sleep

(Written by Andy Roberts and published by LIbra Music. From the LP "Everyone" on B&C Records, 1971)