I heard you on my wireless back in Fifty-Two,
Lying awake, intent on tuning in on you.
If I was young, it didn't stop you comin' through.
Oh-a-oh
They took the credit for your second symphony,
Rewritten by machine on new technology,
And now I understand the problems you can see.
Oh-a-oh
I met your children.
Oh-a-oh
What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Pictures came and broke your heart.
Oh-a-a-a-oh
And now we meet in an abandoned studio.
We hear the playback, and it seems so long ago,
And you remember, the jingles used to go:
Oh-a-oh
You were the first one.
Oh-a-oh
You were the last one.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind, and in my car,
We can't rewind; we've gone too far.
Oh-a-a-a-oh
Oh-a-a-a-oh
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind, and in my car,
We can't rewind; we've gone too far.
Pictures came and broke your heart.
Put out the flame on VCR.
You are
A radio star
You are
A radio star
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star. (You are...)
Video killed the radio star. (...a radio star.)
Video killed the radio star. (You are...)
Video killed the radio star. (...a radio star.)
Video killed the radio star. (You are...)
Video killed the radio star. (...a radio star.)