The FCC can’t shut him down
He broadcasts from a higher ground
Transmitters 99 feet high
Antenna reaching past the sky
He comes via satellite
Waves ripple through a star-filled night

He’s a pirate pirate radio station

He takes over truck CB’s
As he sails the asphalt seas
The passing lane’s a million stripes
It’s 4 a.m. the time is ripe
This is when he comes in clear
From Idaho to the ionosphere

Signals strengthen 
Signals dim
I search the lonely dial for him
He’s a pirate pirate radio station


Looking for the love I lost
Sometimes the wires get crossed
Shorted out in electrical storms
Un-insulated wires can get too warm
Love hits me like a lightening bolt
So little copper so many volts