D#                   A#                              C#                          G#
Mom and dad are goin out for the evening, and you're stuck inside the house all alone
                D#                            A#                         C#                     G#
That's when you decided it might be fun to harass someone, dial a random number up on your telephone
D#                     A#                           C#                             G#
You ask if their refrigerator is running, then you tell em they should go out and catch it, buddy
        D#                              A#                              C#                             G#
If they ever figured out where you were callin em from, they'd come and bust your head right in with a ratchet

(Listen to me)


Chorus 1: 

D#              A#                               C#                         G#
Don't go makin' phony calls, please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to
                D#                             A#                           C#              G#
I know that you think it's funny drivin' folks up the wall, but it's really gettin' old fast


Verse 2: 

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Little Melvin has a natural obsession, askin' for Prince Albert in a can
          D#                   A#                         C#                            G#
He gets a kick each time he makes a collect call, to some guy he doesn't know who lives in Japan
D#                           A#                              C#                    G#
He's callin' strangers up at three in the morning, gives 'em pizza pie delivery at four
D#                               A#                            C#                               G#
He won't be laughin when they're tracin' his line, one day the phone police will be there at his door

(Yo, hear me)


Chorus 2: 

D#              A#                         C#                         G#
Don't go makin' phony calls, only dial the seven-digit numbers you're used to
                  D#                               A#                                  C#               G#
Swear someday I'm gonna yank that phone cord right out from the wall, how long is this phase gonna last?


[Simpsons interlude]


Chorus 3:

D#              A#                               C#                         G#
Don't go makin' phony calls, please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to
                     D#                                  A#                          C#                   G#
You went through the New York City phone book and prank called em all, hope that you grow out of this fast

D#              A#                               C#                         G#
Don't go makin' phony calls, please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used to
                  D#                             A#                                   C#              G#
Betcha think it's funny when you're drivin folks right up the wall, but you're just a pain in the aaa....