| Well the telephone’s ring, ring, a-ringin'
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| Ringin' like a fire alarm
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| If it’s money that they’re lookin' for
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| Well that’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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| And if it’s love holdin' on the line
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| Well my heart’s still sting, sting, a-stingin'
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| Well the front door’s knock, knock, a-knockin'
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| But I may not answer at all
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| I’m gettin' ready to meet my baby
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| And have a ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
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| I’m gonna fire up three carburetors
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| And get rock, rock, rock, rock a-rockin'
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| Well the dogs keep bark, bark, a-barkin'
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| Barkin' at the
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| Fed Ex man
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| And the baby wants a bottle, wants a bottle
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| And I’m gettin' as fast as I can
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| And the kids keep cry, cry, cryin'
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| And Mama keeps talk, talk, talkin'
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| Well the water keeps drip, drip, a-drippin'
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| And the lawyers keep sue, sue, suin'
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| And the women keep yak, yak, yakin'
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| And the cows keep moo, moo, mooin'
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| And the world keeps spin, spin, spinnin'
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| And there’s nothing you can do, do, do
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| Well, the bills keep come, come, comin'
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| And my head starts hum, hum, hummin'
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| And my car ain’t run, run, runnin'
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| And the girls want fun, fun, funnin'
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| And the wife says she can’t live without it
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| And there’s nothing you can do about it |