You Turn Me On I'm A Radio

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 gonna 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