Mark Germino - Rex Bob LowensteinLyrics

There's a disc jockey in Hartlanberg Who works at W.A.N.T. He puts two or three eggs in him And he's in your car by 6.00 am He lives for his job and he accepts his pay You can call and request ‘Lay Lady Lay' He'll play Stanley Jordan, The ‘Dead and Little Feat And he'll even play the band from the college down the street And his name is Rex Bob Lowenstein He's forty-seven, goin' on sixteen His request line's open, but he'll tell you where to go If you're dumb enough to ask him why he plays Hank Snow Well, he tries to keep his talkin' to a minimum He's a Democrat, he's a Republican He's an ad man with a great voice, say some But when he spins those records he's neither one He'll talk to the truckers on the interstate strip The housewife and the car dealership And when his second wife left him for a paper millionaire He cried unashamedly right on the air And his name is Rex Bob Lowenstein He's forty-seven, goin' on sixteen His request line's open but he makes no bones About why he plays Madonna after George Jones Now, one day a man in a pinstriped suit Took the owner of the station to a restaurant booth His pitch was simple, “you'll increase your sales “If you only play the song list we send in the mail.” He guaranteed a larger audience Less confusion and higher points “But your drive-time jock won't get to do his thing. “Hey he's not half bad, tell me, what's his name?” Well his name is Rex Bob Lowenstein He's frequently heard, but he's seldom seen His formula's simple and his format's big “I just play anything, you call and tell me what you dig.” Now Rex Bob David Saul Lowenstein Quit his job a week later, but before he'd leave He locked and bolted the control room door And played smash or trash till they cuffed him on the floor Well they drug him into court and the judge said, “Rex “I've got to lock you up, for what I'm not sure yet. “But your boss here says he thinks you're wrapped too tight. “But, by the way thanks for playing ‘Moon River' last night” And his name is Rex Bob Lowenstein He's a flaming bell inside a tambourine He could play it all if he was just set free Just to find what the people WANT Just to find what the people WANT Just to find what the people WANT