Some nights the HC Radio beam doesn't seem to reach the households and as much as Mr Ambrosky the technician in the silver suit cranks up the uranium turntables to over-strength output we still don't seem to have anyone listening. But it is our job at HC to play the music and we shall honour that role regardless. Mr Ambrosky pump up the output level to Disturbing Most Citizens, shortboards search the milk crates for more songs about pleasure, Greg the alsation start moaning at the moon and Barry the mechanic, well just get back under the Kombi what do you think I'm paying you for? Here's the Cowsills.
