Cold night down on Mean street

Wet shoes in the telephone stall

I'm trying to explain it

But I don't have the change to make the call 

She thinks I'm running 'round with that waitress

The one who still wears those platform shoes

And she's gonna get even so you can see there's really

no more time to lose, and that's why I'm telling you

Telephone lady won't you get my baby, won't you

get my baby on the line. Telephone lady don't

let my baby, don't you let my baby have the last

laugh 



She says she's gonna make me sorry

Gonna jump on every joker that she sees

You gotta put me through before she

Makes a fool out of me