Talking on a phone and losing my mind
  Never never never never realized
  It feels so far, like a millions miles
  Give me give me give me give me little hand
  Just listen to your heart, don't consider it
  I'm looking oout at the city night
  I see your eyes in city lights

  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, but I grip the phone
                                    I'm having no choice
  No coffee, no beer, no cigarettes, & line's still busy
  Operator on the other end I need your voice
                               I nees to hear your voice
  I'm phono phono phono phonomaniac
  When I hear your voice I wanna kiss the phone
  I wanna get paid for the weeks I stayed alone
  I have no onelse to call, for you I wanna save it all
  But it doesn't get through
  I'm going on and on
  I feel I'm gonna break this telephone