Friday night,
I pull into the station.
The same routine,
the same old situation.
Pushing through the crowd
and then i hear a song.
I wonder if the good
old days are really gone.

We used to be crazier,
now we´re so serious.
Was life really easier,
or what we just did here?

Am i too young? Am i too old?
Is there something wrong with the radio?
It does´nt rock,
it does´nt roll.
Is there something wrong with the radio?

We´d stay out all night
to see our favourite band.
Hanging out backstage
was like the holy land.

We used to be crazier,
now we´re so serious.
Was life really easier,
or what we just did here?

Am i too young? Am i too old?
Is there something wrong with the radio?
It does´nt rock,
it does´nt roll.
Is there something wrong with the radio?

Am i too young? Am i too old?
Is there something wrong with the radio?
I just wanna rock
I wanna roll
Is there something wrong with the radio?

We´d turn up the radio,
and wake up the neighbours.
Was it so long ago?
It seems like it was only yesterday.

Am i too young? Am i too old?
Is there something wrong with the radio?
It does´nt rock,
it does´nt roll.
Is there something wrong with the radio?

Am i too young? Am i too old?
Is there something wrong with the radio?
It does´nt rock,
it does´nt roll.
Is there something wrong with the radio?