Ho hum the tune is dumb
The words don’t mean a thing
Isn’t this a silly song
For anyone to sing?
Sing, sing a song, make it simple, to last your whole life long.
No matter if it’s not good enough for anyone else to hear…
I love to sing-a about the moon-a and the June-a and the spring-a.
June is busting out all over.
Do you remember December’s foggy freeze? Ice was clinging to your beard in screaming agony.
And catch yourself your last breath with deep sea divers sounds and the flowers bloom like madness in the Spring.
And you can send me dead flowers every morning.
All the flowers that you planted, mama, in the backyard all died when you went away.
My girl likes to party all the time
Some girls like to run around,
Like to handle everything they see…
I know she wants more than a party, Party Girl.
And she wont tell me her name. Oh no. Not me.
You, you, you know my name,
Look up the number.
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba baby
Don’t forget my number
And my number is Beechwood 4-5789
You can call me up and have a date any old time
Hey, baby, I’m your telephone man
You just show me where you want it and I’ll put it where I can
The telephone is ringing, is that my mother on the phone?
Jenny don’t change your number!
8 6 7-5 3 0 9
Call me on the line
Call me call me any anytime
Operator, let’s forget about this call.
There’s no one there I really wanted to talk to.
Thank you for your time, you’ve been so much more than kind.
And you can keep the dime.
And the operator says 40 cents more…for the next…three…minutes.
And the Wichita lineman
Is still on the L-i-i-i-i-iine