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 rollTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
