Lyrics:

(Keith Burns Dawna Bradford)i Called Up The Djon Friday After Worki Told Him How You Done Me Wrongand How Much It Hurti Said, Mister I Got Some Thingsto Get Off My Chesti Told Him What I Had In Mindbut He Turned Down My Request, He Saidyou Can&ampapos;t Say That On The Radioi&ampapos;d Really Like To Help You Outthat&ampapos;s Just The Way It Goesso Sad And That&ampapos;s Too Badeverybody Knowsyou Can&ampapos;t Say That On The Radiohe Told Me He Understood Exactly How I Felthe Said, Boy I Been In Your Shoesonce Or Twice Myselfi Got A Hundred Thousand Wattsa Runnin&ampapos; Through This Microphoneand I Could Let Your Message Ring Loud And Clearbut Tomorrow I&ampapos;d Be Gone, Becauseyou Can&ampapos;t Say That On The Radioi&ampapos;d Really Like To Help You Outthat&ampapos;s Just The Way It Goesso Sad And That&ampapos;s Too Badeverybody Knowsyou Can&ampapos;t Say That On The Radiono, You Can&ampapos;t Say Thatyou Can&ampapos;t Say That On The Radio