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