I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet I believe,

I only want to be In your record collection As I thought I was I take too long To answer telephones I take too long to type my name And record messages But my handwriting is excellent

Picture me upon your knee, Just tea for two and two for tea, Just you for me and me for you, alone! Nobody near us, To see us or hear us, No friends or relations On weekend vacations We won't have it known, dear, That we own a telephone.

These words, you will be mine These words, you will be mine, all the time I don't know why you're mean to me When I call on the telephone And I don't know what you mean to me But I want to turn you on Turn you up, figure you out I want to take you on

So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to

Just tea for two And two for tea Just me for you And you for me alone Nobody near us to see us or hear us No friends or relations On weekend vacations We won't have it known That we own a telephone, dear

From the moment that we start There's still so many things I wanna say to you In my rear view We're bound by blood that's moving I watch you watching the twilight Behind the telephone lines

You can look into those eyes Down no telephone line What if you were right the first time? Betwixt and between the fantasy dream and the fear Do you wonder where she is this afternoon? And does it get on your nerves, make it slightly perturbed That

I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet I believe,

'Cause I ain't in no hurry today Ain't in no hurry About all those things I can't change And the time that I borrow You know my old car needs washing And the front yard needs a trim And the telephone keeps ringing And the boss man knows I know it's him