Call Me

Well, I've been a folk singer plum near all my life

I sang in just about every road house
And hen house and whore house from Winona to Kalamazoo

I can recall hating when I'd be right in the middle of a concert
And some fat cat's fool phone would a-ring and the magic would leave

Poof

Sure enough that fool a-talkin' on his phone would kill my song

Fast forward to today and now we all got us phones, rich or poor, we all got 'em

Smart phones I think they call 'em

But from where I'm a-sittin'
There ain't nothin' smart about a machine
That's makin' us all dumb

And you know now we all just do is a-send smilin' face or hearts
Or hell
Now they even got cartooned pictures of a smilin' piece of poo
I shit you not

Well, buddy, I don't know about 'chu
But my soul is sick and tired of no more conversation
With anything but little cartooned pictures

Seems to me so long as we only be a-communicatin
With them lil' cartooned pictures
That we've gone back in time
De-evolved back to them Egyptian hieroglyphics

Well, buddy, as I said, I'm tired of all that nonsense
We all got phones but ain't nobody calling
Why, I ain't gotten a call from nobody for so long
I forgot what my damn phone was for in the first place

A phone is for a-callin' and a-talkin
And a-courtin
And a phone is for a-pitchin' woo
So I decided to do something about this
Modern day dilemma we all find ourselves in
I done sat down and wrote me a little song
It ain't much of a song, but it's a song, nonetheless
Probably less than more
Well, be that as it may
I'd like to sing this song to you a-right now
It's a little song called Call Me

Oh, I forgot to say
If you wanna call me
You know what to do
Just pick up that phone of yours
And dial 818-233-0612

You can call me when you want to
You can call me night or day
You can call me when you're feelin' lonely
You can call me if you got nothin' to say

You can call me your sweet baby
You can call me your best friend
You can call me 'pert near anything
Call me 'cuz I got an ear to bend

You can call me collect long distance
Yes, Operator, I'll accept this one
You can call me 'cuz I got some lovin' to give
Call me darling, call me lonesome, call me hon

Now it's a great big ol' world
And it just keeps spinnin' 'round
Millions of people just achin' for that sound
Ring a dingy dingy dingy dong
Doo wacka wacka doo
Call me girl
Please call me
Call me darling
Call me baby
Call me sweet stuff sugar pie
Call me lonesome
Call me sad
Call me depressed
Call me weary
Call me stoned
Call me drunk
Call me horny
Call me broke
Or just call me, Mr. Blue

Yes just call me, Mr. Blue
Yes call me
Yeah, you know what to do
All you need to do is just call me, baby
It ain't that hard

No! I won't accept that little
Smilin' piece of poo from you

I just wanna
I just wanna hear your voice, baby
Yeah, that's right

Call me, Mr. Blue