| Song | Lonesome D.J. |
| Artist | Golden Earring |
| Album | Switch |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hay, Kooymans | |
| Here's a sad, real sad record | |
| I've gotta dedicate | |
| To a friend out there, somewhere on a big highway | |
| That's quite a note you wrote | |
| Before you sneaked out with that - what's his name? | |
| Here's our song, yes the one | |
| I used to play for you all day | |
| You've gotta call and explain | |
| Before you leave the station's range | |
| I don't care who's listenin' in | |
| Honey I'm against the wall | |
| I'll adjust my program | |
| To the kind of fool | |
| I amI can only hope that you're tuned in | |
| I have no choice, baby | |
| I sell my voice, maybe | |
| I'm just another lonesome | |
| D.J.Alone, with a phone and a stack of black vinyl | |
| And I know, that home could be just as futile | |
| Without your presence | |
| It wouldn't make any sense | |
| So I beg, | |
| I never did | |
| Never realized my love for you was that immense | |
| Call and explain | |
| Before you leave the station's range | |
| I don't care who's listenin' in | |
| Honey I'm against the wall | |
| I'll adjust my program | |
| To the kind of fool | |
| I amI hope you're still tuned in | |
| I have no choice, baby | |
| I sell my voice, maybe | |
| I'm just another lonesome | |
| D.J.Well, let me tell you, she didn't call | |
| A FINGER to you all | |
| I might as well have a ball | |
| And play some rock and roll |
| zuo ci : Hay, Kooymans | |
| Here' s a sad, real sad record | |
| I' ve gotta dedicate | |
| To a friend out there, somewhere on a big highway | |
| That' s quite a note you wrote | |
| Before you sneaked out with that what' s his name? | |
| Here' s our song, yes the one | |
| I used to play for you all day | |
| You' ve gotta call and explain | |
| Before you leave the station' s range | |
| I don' t care who' s listenin' in | |
| Honey I' m against the wall | |
| I' ll adjust my program | |
| To the kind of fool | |
| I amI can only hope that you' re tuned in | |
| I have no choice, baby | |
| I sell my voice, maybe | |
| I' m just another lonesome | |
| D. J. Alone, with a phone and a stack of black vinyl | |
| And I know, that home could be just as futile | |
| Without your presence | |
| It wouldn' t make any sense | |
| So I beg, | |
| I never did | |
| Never realized my love for you was that immense | |
| Call and explain | |
| Before you leave the station' s range | |
| I don' t care who' s listenin' in | |
| Honey I' m against the wall | |
| I' ll adjust my program | |
| To the kind of fool | |
| I amI hope you' re still tuned in | |
| I have no choice, baby | |
| I sell my voice, maybe | |
| I' m just another lonesome | |
| D. J. Well, let me tell you, she didn' t call | |
| A FINGER to you all | |
| I might as well have a ball | |
| And play some rock and roll |
| zuò cí : Hay, Kooymans | |
| Here' s a sad, real sad record | |
| I' ve gotta dedicate | |
| To a friend out there, somewhere on a big highway | |
| That' s quite a note you wrote | |
| Before you sneaked out with that what' s his name? | |
| Here' s our song, yes the one | |
| I used to play for you all day | |
| You' ve gotta call and explain | |
| Before you leave the station' s range | |
| I don' t care who' s listenin' in | |
| Honey I' m against the wall | |
| I' ll adjust my program | |
| To the kind of fool | |
| I amI can only hope that you' re tuned in | |
| I have no choice, baby | |
| I sell my voice, maybe | |
| I' m just another lonesome | |
| D. J. Alone, with a phone and a stack of black vinyl | |
| And I know, that home could be just as futile | |
| Without your presence | |
| It wouldn' t make any sense | |
| So I beg, | |
| I never did | |
| Never realized my love for you was that immense | |
| Call and explain | |
| Before you leave the station' s range | |
| I don' t care who' s listenin' in | |
| Honey I' m against the wall | |
| I' ll adjust my program | |
| To the kind of fool | |
| I amI hope you' re still tuned in | |
| I have no choice, baby | |
| I sell my voice, maybe | |
| I' m just another lonesome | |
| D. J. Well, let me tell you, she didn' t call | |
| A FINGER to you all | |
| I might as well have a ball | |
| And play some rock and roll |