When I was young I put my radio
Antenna up as high as it would go
Daydream dialing delivered me
Jukebox Heroes in the frequencies
You'd be Keith and I'd be Mick we'd rock all day
Singin' Satisfaction sometimes we'd sound okay (Hey hey hey!)
Tuned in to a feeling (That's what I say)
Transistor radio
Finding the frequency
Records, cassettes, 8-track tapes
Headphones loud, great escapes
Blast "Who's Next" every afternoon
Air guitar in my living room
You'd play Pete and I'd play Roger to a "t"
Get that windmill action singin' Baba O'Riley (Teenage wasteland!)
Tuned in to a feeling (It's only teenage wasteland!)
Hi-fi stereo
Finding the frequency
Piled the gang in my Pontiac wagon
Springsteen tickets at Boston Garden
Getting high on Bruce with our trust in that V-8
Gang singin' Born to Run sounded f*****g great! (Whoa oh oh oh)
Tuned in to a feeling (Mmm mmm mmm)
Dashboard radio
Finding the frequency...
My best friend's girlfriend and me
Got a job on a loading dock
Joined a band imitating Bon Scott
All the while what I admired
Were stacks of Hiwatt amplifiers
Stashed my cash for a trip to Tune Town
Heroes axes stared me down
Gibsons, Fenders, in the end...
Just make me sound like Pete Townshend
Yeeaaaaaaahhh!
Tuned in to a feeling
Rock n roll radio
Living in the frequencies
My first real six-string
Tuned in to a feeling
Wherever I may roam
Living in the frequencies
My first real six-string and me
My second-hand six-string
My first real six-string
This old guitar and me
Tuned in to a feeling
Tuned in to a feeling
Tuned in to a feeling
Tuned in to a feeling...