Well back in Eighteen Seventy-six an ol' boy named Bell Invented a contraption that we know so well By the Nineteen Fifty's they're in everybody's home As a crazy little thing they call the telephone Now there's one on every corner, in the back of every bar You can get one in your briefcase, on a plane or in your car
So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Tell me why, haven't I heard from you I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse Why haven't I heard from you
Well there's no problem gettin' to me Baby you can dial direct I got call forward and call waiting You can even call collect The service man he told me that my phone was workin' fine And I have come to the conclusion the trouble isn't with my line I'm sure the operator will be glad to put you through So dial zero for assistance if this all confuses you
So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse Why haven't I heard from you
There better been a flood, a landslide of mud A fire that burns up the wires And a thunder so loud with a black funnel cloud A natural disaster I know nothing about
Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you I said now darling, honey, what is your excuse Why haven't I heard from you
Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you I said now darling, honey, what is your excuse Why haven't I heard from you |
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