They call you up
when you’re all alone
to let you know that they can moan.
On the flummin
dog an’ bone
and all they do is moan and flippin moan.
They hog the phone,
trunk call trombone
and moan & moan down the herringbone.
They say: don’t you know
what he did to me,
did he do that to you too?
They’re out to kill
they don’t pay the bill,
that’s how these phone girls get their thrill!
They moan and moan
‘til the dialling tone goes shrill,
‘cos that’s what phone girls do.
Hell, if you’ve got two girls,
when they call you up,
you’re gonna need two phones.
So that you can
just put phone to
flummin phone and let them flaming moan.
Rewritten from an idea I had in 1971
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