Back in 1876, an ol' boy named Bell,
Invented a contraption that we know so well,
By the 1950's, they were in everybody's home,
That crazy little thing they call the telephone,
Now there's one on every corner, in the back of every bar,
You can get one in your briefcase, on a plane or in your car, |
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So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you,
Tell me why, haven't I heard from you,
Darlin', honey, what is your excuse,
Why haven't I heard from you, |
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There's no problem gettin' to me,
Baby you can dial direct,
I got call forwardng, call waiting,
You can even call collect,
The service man he told me, that my phone is workin' fine,
And I've come to the conclusion the trouble isn't with my line,
I'm sure the operator will be glad to put you thru,
So dial zero for assistance, if this all confuses you, |
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There better be a flood, a landslide of mud,
A fire that burns up the wires,
And thunder so loud with a black funnel cloud,
A natural disaster I know nothin' about, |
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