Verse 1:
Mom and dad are goin out for the evening, and you're stuck inside the house all alone
That's when you decided it might be fun to harass someone, dial a random number up on your telephone
You ask if their refrigerator is running, then you tell em they should go out and catch it, buddy
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)
Don't go makin' phony calls, please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to
I know that you think it's funny drivin' folks up the wall, but it's really gettin' old fast
Verse 2:
Little Melvin has a natural obsession, askin' for Prince Albert in a can
He gets a kick each time he makes a collect call, to some guy he doesn't know who lives in Japan
He's callin' strangers up at three in the morning, gives 'em pizza pie delivery at four
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)
Don't go makin' phony calls, only dial the seven-digit numbers you're used to
Swear someday I'm gonna yank that phone cord right out from the wall, how long is this phase gonna last?
Don't go makin' phony calls, please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to
You went through the New York City phone book and prank called em all, hope that you grow out of this fast
Don't go makin' phony calls, please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to
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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