B.J. The D.J.

[Verse 1]
A story bout a pal of mine
Who worked down near the Georgia Line
As DJ in a little country station
Everybody loved him dear
'Cause he played what they liked to hear
He built himself up quite a reputation

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus 1]
BJ the DJ, you're living much too fast
And if you don't change your ways, don't see how you can last

[Verse 3]
Every morning just past four
From the driveway he would roar
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

[Verse 4]
His mom sat by the radio
Until his voice told her hello
She knew then that he made it there alright
Then she'd say a little prayer
He'd be safe while he was there
And she'd wait up for him again tonight

[Verse 5]
Then one cold and rainy morn
All the tires were badly worn
But still he scratched off just as fast this time
BJ had a lot of nerve
But he completely missed the curve
And he signed off down near the Georgia Line

[Verse 6]
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 called
And then she heard the knock upon the door

[Chorus 2]
BJ the DJ, only twenty four
A wreck at ninety miles an hour, he'll spin the hits no more