Antiques, every other sentiment, an antique   As obsolete as warships in the Baltic   I'm drivin' on a straight road it never alters   And the radio serenades but doesn't falter      You offer infrared instead of sun   You offer paper spoons and bubble gum      Late sky   Like an all night radio station without morning   Like stumbling on Pearl Harbor without warning      You offer infrared instead of sun   You offer bubble gum      You give me faron young four in the morning   You give me faron young four in the morning   Every mother's son's romantic   Every mother's son's frantic      The sunset makes a fence out of the forest   But here I am with head inside the bonnet   I've lost just what it takes to be honest      You offer infrared instead of sun   You offer bubble gum      You give me faron young four in the morning   You give me faron young four in the morning   Forgive me faron young four in the morning   Forgive me faron young four in the morning