If you're driving into town with a dark cloud above you
Dial in the number who's bound to love you
Oh, honey, you turn me on, I'm a radio
I'm a country station, I'm a little bit corny
I'm a wild wood flower waving for you
Broadcasting tower, waving for you
And I'm sending you out this signal here
I hope you can pick it loud and clear
I know you don't like weak women, you get bored so quick
And you don't like strong women 'cause they're hip to your tricks
It's been dirty for dirty down the line
But you know I come when you whistle, when you're loving and kind.
But if you've got too many doubts
If there's no good reception for me then tune me out
Cause honey who needs the static?
It hurts the head and you wind up cracking
And the day goes dismal from "Breakfast Barney" to the sign off prayer
What a sorry face you get to wear
I'm gonna tell you again now if you're still listening there:
If you're driving into town with a dark cloud above you
Dail in the number who's bound to love you
If you're lying on the beach with the transistor going
Kick off the sandflies honey, the love's still flowing
if you head says forget it but your heart's still smoking
Call me at the station, the lines are open.
