The Chipmunks — There Aint Nothin Wrong With The Radio

Simon: Mr. Tippin, so pleased to meet you! Aaron: Just call me Aaron Simon: Well, Aaron I can't tell you what an honor it is to sing your song Aaron: Ah, thank you, Simon Simon: I just have a few minor changes But you probably won't even notice Aaron: Ah, did he say changes? Simon: Sometimes she runs, sometimes she doesn't Aaron: It's supposed to be "sometimes she don't." Simon: More than once she's left me on the side of the road The older she gets The slower we go But there isn't anything wrong with the radio Aaron: 'Cuse me, 'cuse me. Stop Stop the tape please 'Cuse me Simon Simon: Yes, Mr. Tippin? Aaron: Aaron It's ah, "ain't nothin' wrong with the radio." Simon: Yes Mr. Tippin but- Aaron: Aaron Simon: But you see it's grammatically incorrect Aaron: I know that, but it's It's a license we songwriters use to To get the proper feeling Simon: Trust me, Mr. Tippin Hit it, boys! She needs a carburetor A set of plug wires She's riding me around on four bald tires The wipers don't work And the horn doesn't blow But there isn't anything wrong Aaron: Ah, Simon Simon: With the radio I've got sixteen speakers Crossin' my back dash A little bobbin' dog watchin' everybody pass Dual antennas whippin' in the wind Lord, there isn't a country station that Aaron: Oh, brother Simon: I can't tune in She isn't a Cadillac And she isn't a Rolls But there isn't anything wrong with the radio Aaron: Ah, Simon, Simon, Simon Simon: Yes, Mr. Tippin Aaron: Call me Aaron It's well, it's sounding real good But replacing "ain't" with "isn't" ain't cutting it for me, pal Simon: But educationally speaking... Aaron: Look, Simon It's more fun to sing it that way It's more soulful Simon: Well, I'll just put more soul into "isn't" Aaron Aaron: It's Mr. Tippin, pal And just sing the song that way I wrote it Simon: Yes, sir I got stopped by a cop late last night Out-of-date tags and no tail lights He said I oughta run you in But I'm lettin' you go Because there ain't nothin' wrong with your radio I got the best lookin' gal in my hometown I asked her last time that I took her out Honey, tell me what it is that makes you love me so She said there, ah Ain't nothin' wrong with your radio I've got sixteen speakers Crossin' my back dash A little bobbin' dog watchin' everybody pass Dual antennas whippin' in the wind Lord, there ain't a country station that I can't tune in She ain't a Cadillac And she ain't a Rolls But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio No, she ain't a Cadillac And she ain't a Rolls But there isn't anything wrong with the radio Aaron: I give up Simon: Aaron, Aaron! I've got a great idea What do you think of a whole new album of grammatically correct songs? Like "You Aren't Anything But A Hound Dog" or "Isn't That A Shame." We could call the album "There Isn't A Mountain High Enough." Why it'll give school teachers goosebumps Aaron: Yeah, yeah, right Ah, you know Simon I think Garth Brooks has a couple songs that could use some of your rewriting Let me give you his number Simon: Oh, that would be great! Aaron: And, ah, Clint Black loves to collaborate with young up and comers