Tono:
Introducción:
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Verse 1:
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Mom and dad are goin out for the evening, and you're stuck inside the house all alone
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That's when you decided it might be fun to harass someone, dial a random number up on your telephone
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You ask if their refrigerator is running, then you tell em they should go out and catch it, buddy
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If they ever figured out where you were callin em from, they'd come and bust your head right in with a ratchet
(Listen to me)
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Don't go makin' phony calls, please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to
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I know that you think it's funny drivin' folks up the wall, but it's really gettin' old fast
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Little Melvin has a natural obsession, askin' for Prince Albert in a can
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He gets a kick each time he makes a collect call, to some guy he doesn't know who lives in Japan
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He's callin' strangers up at three in the morning, gives 'em pizza pie delivery at four
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He won't be laughin when they're tracin' his line, one day the phone police will be there at his door
(Yo, hear me)
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Don't go makin' phony calls, only dial the seven-digit numbers you're used to
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Swear someday I'm gonna yank that phone cord right out from the wall, how long is this phase gonna last?
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Don't go makin' phony calls, please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to
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You went through the New York City phone book and prank called em all, hope that you grow out of this fast
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Don't go makin' phony calls, please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to
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Betcha think it's funny when you're drivin folks right up the wall, but you're just a pain in the aaa....
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