The Lonesome D.J. (G. Kooymans/B. Hay) 1975 Switch

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 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 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