You've got call waiting

It's irritating me to no end

I take a shot

Your hall of fame is

Littered with famous

Women and men

You've got 'em all on your wall

Except the last of a dying breed

Cause you ain't got me

No you ain't got me

No you ain't no you ain't got me



I got to be a boy again

With a lik'em ade chin and a quicksilver domino

Baby that's not my choice the fast way

You got a voice like the last day

Of catholic school

Your world's got everything that you ever need





You've got broadwaythe longest street

With the shortest memory



You cram your dreams with computer chips

Give me tambourines a pair of shaking hips

You've got 'em all on your wall

I'm the last of a dying breed...