Getting on a phone with a busy line Talking on a phone and loosing my mind Never never never never realise It feels so far, like a million miles Give me give me give me give me little hand Just listen to your heart, dont consider it I'm looking out at a city night I see your eyes in city lights
Chorus: Moscow calling Operator don't teas 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 there but I grip the phone I'm having no choice No coffee, no beer, no cigarettes, and line's still busy Operator on the other and I need your voice I need to hear your voice
When I hear your voice I wanna kiss the phone I wanna get paid for the weeks I stayed alone I have no one elso to call for you I wanna save it all But it doesn't got thru I'm going on and on I feel I'm gonna break this telephone