Listen to the sounds of her broken heart Flowing from the transistor radio This little device fits the palm of her hand Built to take anywhere she wants to go She searches for signal with a swift flick of the dial Living in an age of technological advances Is this little simple pleasure that always makes he smile And now it's made me smile... Seems like she only gets am turning out these dated songs But Carly Simon's always been a guilty pleasure So I start to hum along And for a second I start to feel ashamed I remember verses one and two of "You're so vain" I look around to see if anybody's watching And then start to laugh from the thought You could write it off as nostalgia, outdated, kitchy cool novelty It's not the same Can't you hear that tone that's pissed off and alone that aims square for The jugular vein? I really love these moments that are quirky and absurd As I sit here watching her mouthing all the words Within the range of radio frequencies A song is played that's meant for you and me Listen to the sounds of her broken heart flowing from the transistor radio Listen to the sounds of the transistor radio