You Never Phone

You never phone, you never write
Hey, I've stopped hoping that you might
You're trying to hurt my feelings, right?
You never phone and you never write

You never write, you never phone
I'm sorry I gotta bitch and moan
I'm sorry I gotta pick this bone
You never write, you never phone

Sometimes I wonder
What you must think of me
My address and phone number
Must be misty in your memory

This year my birthday came and went
No call was made, no card was sent
But I got the snub you must have meant
This year my birthday came and went

This year my birthday went and came
Last year what happened was the same
And your excuses sure are lame
This year my birthday went and came

Chicka-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa
Chicka-wa-wa-wa-wa
Chicka-chicka-chicka-wa-wa-wa-wa Peter Frampton time!
Chicka-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wow

Sometimes I wonder
What you must think of me
Then I remember
It's you that you think of exclusively

I'm not gonna bow and scrape
In every bunch there's one bad grape
I'm a little bit bent out of shape
But I'm not gonna bow and scrape

I won't scrape or bow
Genuflect, beg or kowtow
Just singing this song is fine for now
No, I'm not gonna scrape
Chicka-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wow