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