Got me a phone in my home but hand don't fit the handle

And I can't think of what number that I know

Since I had in store there ain't nobody call me and
I can't think nobody I could call

So come on phone and play some pretty music you can
play and I'll sing along

Come on phone and be a comfort to me I'd like to see
you ring right off the wall

[ guitar ]

Got me some things I could say but I got no one to say into

And no one ever listens what I am

Well there must be someone feels the same way that I feel

Sit and waitin' on the other end

So come on phone...

So come on phone...