That day I was turning dial through the band
My radio was squeaking sounds like a sand.
I could hear some local rag chewing hams
And they talked that bands are open nice.
Oh call
CQ CQ CQ some more time.
Get my answer and I’ll finally be fine.
You, make me, make me, make me wanna cry
And now I beg to hear you call just one more time.
So I say,
Wait for me,
wait for me,
wait for me
Oh, oh, oh.
I never worked no one from your DX zone before.
I say,
beam for me,
beam for me,
beam for me
ay, ay, ay
And if you hear me, happiness will make me high. […]
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