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Billy: Four minutes and counting. Jim: O.K. Billy: They pressed the button, Jim. Jim: They pressed the button Billy, what button? Billy: The big red one. Jim: You mean _t_h_e_ button? Billy: Goodbye, Jim. Jim: Goodbye! Oh yes. This ain't au revoir, it's goodbye! Ha! Ha! Jim: This is KAOS. It's a beautiful, balmy, Southern California summer day, It's 80 degrees ... I said balmy ... I could say bomby ... Ha! Ha!...O.K. I'm Jim and this is Radio KAOS and with only four minutes left to us, let's use this as wisely as possible. Molly: Everybody got someone they call home. Jim: Out a Dodger Stadium. It's the bottom of the seventh, the Dodgers are leading three to nothing over the Giants, and for those of you who are looking to go surfing tomorrow, too bad. 'Phone rings. Jim: I'm kinda lost in here to tell you the truth ... O.K. good. Ladies and gentlemen, if the reports that we are getting are correct, this could be it. Billy, if you're listening to me, please call now. After a near miss on the plane You swear you'll never fly again After the first kiss when you make up You swear you'll never break up again And when you've just run a red light Sit shaking under the street light You swear to yourself you'll never drink and drive again Sometimes I feel like going home You swear you'll let things go by again. Sometimes I miss the rain and the show And you'll never toe the party line again And when the east wind blows Sometimes I feel like going home Jim: Billy, if you're listening, please call. Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes. Molly: Goodbye little spy in the sky The say that cameras don't lie. Am I happy, am I sad, am I good, am I bad? Jim: Billy, if you're listening, please call. Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes, sole has no eyes Billy: Ten, nine, eight, seven Margaret Thatcher: Our own independent nuclear deterrent has helped to keep the peace. Billy: Six, five, four, three, Ordinary Person: ...you've got a job... Billy: Two, one Margaret Thatcher: For nearly forty years Jim: Goodbye, Billy. THE TIDE IS TURNING (After Live Aid) I used to think the world was flat Rarely threw my hat into the crowd I felt I had used up my quota of yearning Used to look in on the children at night In the glow of their Donald Duck light And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning The tide is turning Satellite buzzing through the endless night Exclusive to moonshots and world little fights Jesus Christ imagine what it must be earning Who is the strongest, who is the best Who holds the aces, the East or the West This is the crap our children are learning