Rex Bob Lowenstein

	  		


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There's a disc jockey in Hartlanberg,  
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Who works at W-A-N-T  
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He puts two or three eggs in him  
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And he's in your car by 6:00am  

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He lives for his job and he accepts his pay  
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You can call and request 'Lay Lady Lay'  
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He'll play Stanley Jordan, U2 and Little Feet,  
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And he'll even play the band from the college down the street  



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And his name is Rex Bob Lowenstein, He's forty-seven, goin' on sixteen  
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His request line's open, but he'll tell you where to go,  
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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  
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  


Repeat Intro: 


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.      (hold C chord)  
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            
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Just to find what the people W-A-N-T 
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Just to find what the people W-A-N-T 
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Just to find what the people W-A-N-T 
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Just to find what the people W-A-N-T