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