[Verse 1]
Shut, shut the door, say I'm sick, I'm dead
Turn off the mobile, get the radio instead
For the next four hours, leave me alone
I don't care if the president's on the phone
I might have DTs or emphysema
The doctor's at the door, but I won't be seein' her
I'm doing something not strictly within the law
If that rock band keeps rehearsing next door

[Chorus]
Shut up! The footy's on the radio
Shut up! The footy's on the radio

[Verse 2]
You can turn on the TV, but leave the volume down
Look at the commentator, what a freakin' clown
There's footy on the radio, but me no buts
There's footy on the radio...

[Chorus]
Shut up! The footy's on the radio
Shut up! The footy's on the radio
Shut up!

[Bridge]
Shut up the intellectuals with their Coke-bottle glasses
Shut up the trendy members of the chattering classes
Shut up all the DJs, especially the Fox's
Thank God they shut up wankers in their corporate boxes
They shut schools and hospitals, so why is that
It's so hard for you to shut your freakin' loudmouth trap?
Yeah, I'll shut my abuse, it won't happen no more
Grab a beer for me and shut the fridge door
[Chorus]
The footy's on the radio
(Shut the drum machine, shut the guitar sounds)
Shut up! The footy's on the radio
(And shut this song before we miss the bounce)
Shut up! The footy's on the radio
(Shut the stupid lyrics, I'm gonna get real cut)
Shut up! The footy's on the radio
(The footy's on the radio, just... shut up!)