2 acessos
D# A# C# G# Mom and dad are goin out for the evening, and you're stuck inside the house all alone D# A# C# G# That's when you decided it might be fun to harass someone, dial a random number up on your telephone D# A# C# G# You ask if their refrigerator is running, then you tell em they should go out and catch it, buddy D# A# C# G# 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) Chorus 1: D# A# C# G# Don't go makin' phony calls, please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to D# A# C# G# I know that you think it's funny drivin' folks up the wall, but it's really gettin' old fast Verse 2: D# A# C# G# Little Melvin has a natural obsession, askin' for Prince Albert in a can D# A# C# G# He gets a kick each time he makes a collect call, to some guy he doesn't know who lives in Japan D# A# C# G# He's callin' strangers up at three in the morning, gives 'em pizza pie delivery at four D# A# C# G# 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) Chorus 2: D# A# C# G# Don't go makin' phony calls, only dial the seven-digit numbers you're used to D# A# C# G# Swear someday I'm gonna yank that phone cord right out from the wall, how long is this phase gonna last? [Simpsons interlude] Chorus 3: D# A# C# G# Don't go makin' phony calls, please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to D# A# C# G# You went through the New York City phone book and prank called em all, hope that you grow out of this fast D# A# C# G# Don't go makin' phony calls, please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to D# A# C# G# Betcha think it's funny when you're drivin folks right up the wall, but you're just a pain in the aaa....