@migu music@

Well, I woke up in the morning, one terrible day

All of my dreams had dried up and blown away

No more easy money, the wrong kind of fame

And too many questions when the telephone rang

Now the telephone

Leaves a lot to be desired

For communication

I'd much rather be by your side

When you owe a lot of money

And they're calling to collect

It's a long long distance

To get their hands around your neck

When the whole game lands on you

How you ever gonna see it through

How you ever gonna satisfy

All the people on the telephone

You got one last saving grace

Not talking to you face to face

Not a damned thing they can do

They're just talking to a telephone

Tell it to the telephone

Tell it to the telephone

Tell it to the telephone

I don't mind this working overtime

But I gotta get away from the ringing all day

Going 'round and 'round

'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round

Well, who ran away with all of my cash

Never saw the tables turn

Happened in a flash

One day I was a hero, next in debt

All the people on the telephone

Trying to make me sweat

When the whole game lands on you

How you ever gonna see it through

How you ever gonna satisfy

All the people on the telephone

You got one last saving grace

Not talking to you face to face

Not a damned thing they can do

Than talking on the telephone

Tell it to the telephone

Tell it to the telephone

Tell it to the telephone

Tell it to the telephone

Tell it to the telephone

Tell it to the telephone

(Shut up)

Tell it to the telephone

(Shut up)

Tell it to the telephone

(Shut up)

Tell it to the telephone

(Shut up)

Tell it to the telephone

(Shut up)

Tell it to the telephone

(Shut up)

Tell it to the telephone

(Shut up)