The Telephone Twister
I took a ride on a telephone twister
With a girl who looked a lot like your sister
And a bit like a girl I used to love
She had a nose like a shetland sheepdog
Pointy little thing real cute and furry
And when we kissed it seemed like forever was quite near
Hey buddy I'm talking to you
Something comin' down and it's falling on you
Maybe it's time to cover up that old tattoo
I took a ride on a hobo freight train
Went to La Jolla for a love life brain game
Misogynist convention of fishermen, Hitchcock, and ex-nuns
Hey buddy I'm talking to you
Something comin' down and it's falling on you
Maybe it's time to cover up that old tattoo
Went to a party with an ex-witch doctor
He said he gave it up but X was his rating
Seems he lost his soul three or four or five lives ago
An angel saved him with a white crow feather
She had eyes like you see in the jungle
The rest of her was as pure as new fallen snow
Hey buddy I'm talking to you
Something comin' down and it's falling on you
Maybe it's time to cover up that old tattoo
I met a girl who was undercover
Doing a story for the NOW
Soon as eyes met we knew that was the game
Oh that was the game
Oh that was the game
Oh that was the game
With a girl who looked a lot like your sister
And a bit like a girl I used to love
She had a nose like a shetland sheepdog
Pointy little thing real cute and furry
And when we kissed it seemed like forever was quite near
Hey buddy I'm talking to you
Something comin' down and it's falling on you
Maybe it's time to cover up that old tattoo
I took a ride on a hobo freight train
Went to La Jolla for a love life brain game
Misogynist convention of fishermen, Hitchcock, and ex-nuns
Hey buddy I'm talking to you
Something comin' down and it's falling on you
Maybe it's time to cover up that old tattoo
Went to a party with an ex-witch doctor
He said he gave it up but X was his rating
Seems he lost his soul three or four or five lives ago
An angel saved him with a white crow feather
She had eyes like you see in the jungle
The rest of her was as pure as new fallen snow
Hey buddy I'm talking to you
Something comin' down and it's falling on you
Maybe it's time to cover up that old tattoo
I met a girl who was undercover
Doing a story for the NOW
Soon as eyes met we knew that was the game
Oh that was the game
Oh that was the game
Oh that was the game
Credits
Writer(s): Donald Faughnan
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