(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