Phony Calls Songtext
von “Weird Al” Yankovic

Mom and dad are going out for the evening
And you′re stuck inside the house all alone
That's when you decide it might be fun to harrass someone
Dial a random number up on your telephone
You ask if their refrigerator is running
Then you tell them they should go out and catch it
Buddy, if they ever figured out where you were calling them from
They′d come and bust your head right in with a ratchet
Listen to me

Don't go making phony calls
Please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to
I know that you think it′s funny driving folks right up the wall
But it′s really getting old fast


Little Melvin has a natural obsession
Asking 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 (何でこの手前誰だよお前)
He′s calling strangers up at three in the morning
Gives them pizza pie delivery at four
He won't be laughing when they′re tracin his line
One day the phone police will be there at his door
Yo, hear me

Don't go making 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?
Come on

Moe's Tavern, where the elite meet to drink.
Uh, yeah, hello, is Mike there? Last name, Rotch
Hold on, I′ll check, Mike Rotch! Mike Rotch!
Hey, has anybody seen Mike Rotch lately?
Listen to me, you little puke!
One of these days I′m gonna catch you
And I'm gonna carve my name on your back with an icepick! (ha-ha-ha-ha)

Don′t go making 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 them all
Hope that you grow out of this fast
Grow out of this fast


Don′t go making phony calls
Only dial the seven-digit numbers you're used to
Bet you think it′s funny when you are driving folks right up the wall
But you are just a pain in the