Still hot and smokin' gun I get a constant busy signal When I call you on the phone I get a strong uneasy feeling You're not sitting there alone I'm having nasty, nasty visions And baby you're in every one, yeah And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with

When you smoke all my weed man You gots to call the green man Yeah I can get mine and you get yours Tell your boyfriend next time he around To buy his own weed and don't wear my shit down I wouldn't care if brave would give me some more I'd rather him

Won't you call 773, 779 love, oh Sexy I should get to know Been thinking lately girl we can get more physical Those pantie drawers is all I need Falling off of your body Okay girl I'm not him put it down, down And when the light's low Twist off a couple

Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down, when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil ole, lil ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin' witchall You gonna see me

Though I will disappear Into the street parade When I was waiting for your phone call The one that never came Like a man about to burst I was dying of thirst Though I will never fade Or get lost in this daze It's not too hard to cry

Some future in my eyes, bright Hush don't explain When you water down my name I'll be up too late Call me when you get Better at your game You haven't beat me yet Though my vision is strained Piss poor, riding high, sunbathing fireside

Check check calling patient patient patient number one Make sure that you sign out sign out out when your done Make sure you grab a sucker on the way and out the door And make your next appointment and come back and get some more Head back eyes close

I just wanna know oh, oh, oh, oh Don’t you see me When did you get so cold oh, oh, oh What happened to your soul oh oh oh I thought that we were close Guess you don’t need me Yeah, yeah, only time you ever call me is when you feelin’ like don't nobody

Still drives me crazy Girl you know you're beautiful I used to tell you all the time Something like a miracle And it feels like a little too much Maybe I don't say it enough But when you let your hair down it That I get to call you mine

Oh, frisky, yeah, yeah Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil' ole, lil' ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin'