Blargh.
The only cure for that is to listen to all your own CDs when you get home, or smack the dolt who controls the radio.
Well, I might get fired for that, so...
"Tell me what we got, tell me it's a lot, tell me it's the reeeaaal thing..."
"NOOOOO NO. NOOOO NOOO NOOOO NOOOO/
I said NOOOO NOOOO/
You're not the one for me..."
Day after day after day.