Well back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell Invented a contraption that we know so well By the 1950's they were in everybody's home There's 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 There's no problem gettin' to me Baby you can dial direct I got call forwarding, call waiting You can even call collect When the service man he told me that my phone was workin' fine And I've 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 thunder so loud with a black funnel cloud A natural disaster I know nothin' about 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 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