Mommy let’s me watch tv
whenever I’ve been good,
but I probably watch tv
a little more than I should.

My mommy likes the radio,
she listens to it all day.
The problem with the radio is,
you can’t see what they say.

I sit there and I listen,
to all them sing a song.
I wish that I could see them.
I wonder what is wrong.

They sing as loud as big folks,
but they must be pretty small,
‘cause mommy’s little radio,
isn’t very tall.

I’m going to get a window,
for mommy’s radio,
so those little radio people
can put me on a show.