Lyrics:

(Keith Burns Dawna Bradford)**lf****lf**i Called Up The Dj**lf**on Friday After Work**lf**i Told Him How You Done Me Wrong**lf**and How Much It Hurt**lf**i Said, Mister I Got Some Things**lf**to Get Off My Chest**lf**i Told Him What I Had In Mind**lf**but He Turned Down My Request, He Said**lf****lf**you Can&ampapos;t Say That On The Radio**lf**i&ampapos;d Really Like To Help You Out**lf**that&ampapos;s Just The Way It Goes**lf**so Sad And That&ampapos;s Too Bad**lf**everybody Knows**lf**you Can&ampapos;t Say That On The Radio**lf****lf**he Told Me He Understood Exactly How I Felt**lf**he Said, Boy I Been In Your Shoes**lf**once Or Twice Myself**lf**i Got A Hundred Thousand Watts**lf**a Runnin&ampapos; Through This Microphone**lf**and I Could Let Your Message Ring Loud And Clear**lf**but Tomorrow I&ampapos;d Be Gone, Because**lf****lf**you Can&ampapos;t Say That On The Radio**lf**i&ampapos;d Really Like To Help You Out**lf**that&ampapos;s Just The Way It Goes**lf**so Sad And That&ampapos;s Too Bad**lf**everybody Knows**lf**you Can&ampapos;t Say That On The Radio**lf****lf**no, You Can&ampapos;t Say That**lf**you Can&ampapos;t Say That On The Radio