It’s as if I am running a fever;
My heart’s racing, a minute a mile -
As I anxiously grab the receiver,
And the same old Oh-Seven I dial.

Hello, operator. What’s your name? Lizzie.
Here’s the area code, I hope the line is free.
No, please do try again, I’m sure it won’t stay busy,
Ah, now someone’s picking up... Honey, hi! It’s me.

Both impatient and angry I’m feeling,
I don’t care whether push comes to shove -
Why can’t I, without onerous billing,
Ever speak to the people I love?

Operator, listen! We should be more thorough!
Here’s another number... Where, dammit, could she be?
To hell with all the phone lines, I’m flying out tomorrow!
Ah, now someone’s picking up... Honey, hi! It’s me.

Like an icon to me is the phone, now,
The directory’s now my Koran.
Operator, you’re now my Madonna,
Turning far into near, on demand.

Operator, please! Tonight you cannot falter,
Getting through tonight is crucial, can’t you see?
You’re my angel now, so don’t step off the altar -
Ah, now someone’s picking up... Honey, hi! It’s me.

What, a problem again with the cable?
A repair crew has just been dispatched?
That’s OK - I am willing and able
To begin every evening from scratch!

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

Operator, yes, I know at night it’s hardest,
I’ve lost track of time here, I’ve been up since three;
Yes, of course, yes, yes, I will accept the charges!
- Now connecting... Please stand by... - Honey, hi! It’s me.