BJ the DJ

(Hugh X. Lewis)



A story 'bout a friend of mine

Who worked down near the Georgia Line

A DJ in a little country station

Everybody loved him dear

'Cause he played what they liked to hear

He built himself quite a reputation.



At record hops he stayed out late

And his mom would always wait

To see if he had made it home alive

She warned against his loss of sleep

And driving fast in that old heap

And that he had to be at work by five.



BJ the DJ you're living much too fast

And if you don't change your ways

Don't see how you can last.



Every morning just past four

From the driveway he would roar

He overslept and he was late again

Then at breakneck speed he'd drive

To sign the station on at five

He had lots of records he must spin.



His mom sat by the radio

Until his voice called her hello

She knew then that he made it there alright

Then she'd say a little prayer

He'd be safe for he was there

And she'd wait up for him again tonight.



Then one cold and rainy morn

All the tires were badly worn

But still he scratched off just as fast as time

BJ had a lot of nerve

But he completely missed the curve

And he signed off down near the Georgia Line.



Mom sat by the radio

The voice she heard she didn't know

BJ'd never been this late before

But with the road so bad and all

She'd wait a while before she call

And then she heard the knock upon the door.



BJ the DJ only twenty four

A wreck at ninety miles an hour

He'll spin the hits no more...