Getting on a phone with a busy line

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