The Telephone Song

John, is that you? Buddy, listen to me,
Do I sound diff'rent? How else could I be?
Last night I spent a whole lifetime in paradise.
Hey, tell the CO I'm taking all of my leave,
We're gonna play house, oh John, it's like... Christmas eve!
We have sworn we won't see the sun for forty-eight hours.

What are you saying? Are you out of your mind?
All leaves'been canceled, you could be left behind,
Saigon is falling apart, and you'd better be here.
Here is the news, since you've been on the Moon,
Cities in the boondocks are dropping like flies,
Wives and civilians will be shipping out soon.
Crowds around the Embassy have tears in their eyes,
Thieu has resigned, the new regime may not hold,
People at the palace think we'll send the marines.
We are sending nothing from what I've been told,
Buddy, are you there? Do you know what this means?
Sure! Time to fall in love!

John, listen fast, you did not get this call,
You're the one who bought the girl for me after all,
"Once you're a friend, you're a friend through and through"
When you are in trouble, then I'll cover for you.

Not this time, the town's too hot,
For one Kongai whore,
Ol' buddy, I will not get you killed.

She is no whore, you saw her too,
She's really more, like... the April moon.

April fuckin' moon!!

She's been hurt, you see,
Both her parents died,
What else could she be?

Sweet as that, and she's an orphan too!
How can a guy fight that? You got one day, not two,
Then be back!



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Maltby, Claude-michel Schonberg, Alain Albert Boublil
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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