You Turn Me on I'm a Radio («For The Roses» 1972, tr.09)
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 wildwood flower Waving for you Broadcasting tower Waving for you
And I'm sending you out This signal here I hope you can pick it up 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 going to tell you again now If you're still listening there
If you're driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial 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 your head says forget it But your heart's still smoking Call me at the station The lines are open