Lonesome D.J.

Here's a sad, real sad record I've gotta dedicate

To a friend out there, somewhere on a big highway

That's quite a note you wrote

Before you sneaked out with that - what's his name?

Here's our song, yes the one

I used to play for you all day

You've gotta call and explain

Before you leave the station's range

I don't care who's listenin' in

Honey I'm against the wall

I'll adjust my program

To the kind of fool I am

I can only hope that you're tuned in

I have no choice, baby

I sell my voice, maybe

I'm just another lonesome D.J.

Alone, with a phone and a stack of black vinyl

And I know, that home could be just as futile

Without your presence

It wouldn't make any sense

So I beg, I never did

Never realized my love for you was that immense

Call and explain

Before you leave the station's range

I don't care who's listenin' in

Honey I'm against the wall

I'll adjust my program

To the kind of fool I am

I hope you're still tuned in

I have no choice, baby

I sell my voice, maybe

I'm just another lonesome D.J.

Well, let me tell you, she didn't call

A FINGER to you all

I might as well have a ball

And play some rock and roll