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