Lyrics:
Telephone Blues

Telephone blues I couldn't sleep last night I was sittin' by my telephone All the time wastin' All the love you've never shown But someday, someday darlin

Translation: Eric Clapton. Telephone Blues.

morning just as soon as it's light Get out of bed and I'm feeling alright Make me some coffee and I sit down alone The rest of the day I'm on the telephone

Pale blue eyes, the same old house, no ties A little bit older but not so worldly wise That I can't see your light's on me Making me regretfully say

Translation: Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross. When Will You (Make My Telephone Ring).

's the fact I'm not into havin' my homeboys rubbin' my back Don't dig goin' to the movies alone Or talkin' to myself on the telephone Goin' to a disco

Hello! Hello! This is Romeo Calling from a jackpot telephone Shame! Shame! But I love your name And the way you make the buffalo roam Oh fly, fly I guess

his gun And said, "That way down on Highway 61" Well, Mack the Finger said to Louie the King "I got forty red white and blue shoe strings And a thousand telephones

off the side of the road With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones Members only, hypnotizers Move through the room like ambulance drivers Shine your shoes with your microphone blues