Call Me

Well, I've been a folk singer plum near all my life I sang in just about every road house And hen house and whore house from Winona to Kalamazoo I can recall hating when I'd be right in the middle of a concert And some fat cat's fool phone would a-ring and the magic would leave Poof Sure enough that fool a-talkin' on his phone would kill my song Fast forward to today and now we all got us phones, rich or poor, we all got 'em Smart phones I think they call 'em But from where I'm a-sittin' There ain't nothin' smart about a machine That's makin' us all dumb And you know now we all just do is a-send smilin' face or hearts Or hell Now they even got cartooned pictures of a smilin' piece of poo I shit you not Well, buddy, I don't know about 'chu But my soul is sick and tired of no more conversation With anything but little cartooned pictures Seems to me so long as we only be a-communicatin With them lil' cartooned pictures That we've gone back in time De-evolved back to them Egyptian hieroglyphics Well, buddy, as I said, I'm tired of all that nonsense We all got phones but ain't nobody calling Why, I ain't gotten a call from nobody for so long I forgot what my damn phone was for in the first place A phone is for a-callin' and a-talkin And a-courtin And a phone is for a-pitchin' woo So I decided to do something about this Modern day dilemma we all find ourselves in I done sat down and wrote me a little song It ain't much of a song, but it's a song, nonetheless Probably less than more Well, be that as it may I'd like to sing this song to you a-right now It's a little song called Call Me Oh, I forgot to say If you wanna call me You know what to do Just pick up that phone of yours And dial 818-233-0612 You can call me when you want to You can call me night or day You can call me when you're feelin' lonely You can call me if you got nothin' to say You can call me your sweet baby You can call me your best friend You can call me 'pert near anything Call me 'cuz I got an ear to bend You can call me collect long distance Yes, Operator, I'll accept this one You can call me 'cuz I got some lovin' to give Call me darling, call me lonesome, call me hon Now it's a great big ol' world And it just keeps spinnin' 'round Millions of people just achin' for that sound Ring a dingy dingy dingy dong Doo wacka wacka doo Call me girl Please call me Call me darling Call me baby Call me sweet stuff sugar pie Call me lonesome Call me sad Call me depressed Call me weary Call me stoned Call me drunk Call me horny Call me broke Or just call me, Mr. Blue Yes just call me, Mr. Blue Yes call me Yeah, you know what to do All you need to do is just call me, baby It ain't that hard No! I won't accept that little Smilin' piece of poo from you I just wanna I just wanna hear your voice, baby Yeah, that's right Call me, Mr. Blue