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