The Phonebook

You want more, poor. Blow all my cash.
She got knocked by a knock-knock joke and it'll knock you on your..
Sleep in the gutter, gotten all my sleep.
Sleeping in your troubles, and boy you slept indeed.

Sing me the Phonebook,
Don't give me no dirty look
I gotta go, circle the yard
40 days light 40 days dark.
Sing me the Phonebook.
You make the call.
Might of messiah, just a mess.
I still love you, want it all.

I was some, scum, in the back of a pickup truck.
I never met my dad, he's famous. Uh, What the luck.
I believe in something simple,
I simply don't believe.
You have been forsaken and it's a low you share with three
Leave me.

Sing me the Phonebook,
Don't give me no dirty look
I gotta go, circle the yard
40 days light 40 days dark.
Sing me the Phonebook.
You make the call.
Might of messiah, just a mess.
I still love you, want it all.
Sing me the phone

Sing me the Phonebook,
Don't give me no dirty look
I gotta go, circle the yard
40 days light 40 days dark.
Sing me the Phonebook.

Sing me the phonebook.