(Keith Burns / Dawna Bradford)
I called up the DJ
On Friday after work
I told him how you done me wrong
And how much it hurt
I said, mister I got some things
To get off my chest
I told him what I had in mind
But he turned down my request, he said
You can`t say that on the radio
I`d really like to help you out
That`s just the way it goes
So sad and that`s too bad
Everybody knows
You can`t say that on the radio
He told me he understood exactly how I felt
He said, boy I been in your shoes
Once or twice myself
I got a hundred thousand watts
A runnin` through this microphone
And I could let your message ring loud and clear
But tomorrow I`d be gone, because
You can`t say that on the radio
I`d really like to help you out
That`s just the way it goes
So sad and that`s too bad
Everybody knows
You can`t say that on the radio
No, you can`t say that
You can`t say that on the radio