Another creepy song

I was eating lunch with the family the other day, at a small diner that had some music (cough cough) being piped in. Music is usually always around me, whether it's my own internal soundtrack, or what is playing so that everyone else can hear it.

I focused in on the tune, because it was hauntingly familiar.

Then groaned, audibly, while my brain did that time warp wavy thing that always accomplishes the worst flashbacks ever. What I heard, was this:

You live your life in the songs you hear
On the rock and roll radio
And when a young girl doesn't have any friends
That's a really nice place to go
Folks hoping you'd turn out cool
But they had to take you outta school
You're a little touched you know, Angie Baby

Lovers appear in your room each night
And they whirl you across the floor
But they always seem to fade away
When your daddy taps on your door
Angie girl, are you all right
Tell the radio good-night
All alone once more, Angie Baby

Angie Baby, you're a special lady
Living in a world of make-believe
Well, maybe

Stopping at her house is a neighbor boy
With evil on his mind
'Cause he's been peeking in Angie's room
At night through her window blind
I see your folks have gone away
Would you dance with me today
I'll show you how to have a good time, Angie Baby

When he walks in her room,
He feels confused like he's walked into a play
And the music's so loud it spins him around
'Til his soul has lost its way
And as she turns the volume down
He's getting smaller with the sound
It seems to pull him off the ground
Toward the radio he's bound never to be found

The headlines read that a boy disappeared
and everyone thinks he died
'Cept a crazy girl with a secret lover
Who keeps her satisfied
It's so nice to be insane
No one asks you to explain
Radio by your side, Angie Baby

Angie Baby, you're a special lady
Living in a world of make-believe
Well, maybe
Well, maybe

Thats right. Helen Reddy.

We had this record. It got played, A LOT.

and this song always creeped me out.

So, I'm guessing its going to take another 30 years or so to burn this from my brain again...

unless any of you have a hot poker I could borrow....