Getting on a phone with a busy line Talking on a phone and losing my mind Never never never never realize It feels so far, like a millions miles Give me give me give me give me little hand Just listen to your heart, don't consider it I'm looking out at the city night I see your eyes in city lights
Moscow calling Operator don't tease me Moscow calling Operator what's going on Moscow calling All the circuits are busy Moscow calling I'm going on ain't giving it up
Party party party party somewhere, going crazy Night is calling me out, but I grip the phone I'm having no choice No coffee, no beer, no cigarettes, & line's still busy Operator on the other end I need your voice I need to hear your voice I'm phono phono phono phonomaniac
When I hear your voice I wanna kiss the phone I wanna get paid for the weeks I stayed alone I have no one else to call, for you I wanna save it all But it doesn't get through I'm going on and on I feel I'm gonna break this telephone