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Wrong Number
'Hey Dad, good to hear your voice,' Said the young man on the end of the line 'It's been a while since we last spoke Thought we could talk about the bad old times And maybe we could get together Just like we never did When you were the Daddy I hardly knew And I was just your kid.'
And the tears welled up in my eyes 'Cos I'm not good at telling lies Unless my voice is slightly disguised So I said, 'Wrong number Wrong number Your Daddy don't live here Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You just called this number at random 'Cos you thought I might be queer Don't you ever call me again, you freak Your Daddy's probably dead And I'll get the cops to whoop your ass If you ever call this number again Wrong number.'
(spoken) Now fuck off. Get off the fucking phone, I'm expecting a business call. No, fuck off. Oh, it's your birthday, is it? Well, happy fucking birthday, freak. Oh and you're five, are you? Stop crying. Stop crying, you're a cry-baby. Cry-baby, cry-baby, cry-baby. You'll never play football for Geelong. No, you won't. You're a cry-baby. Go get your mother, Shondelle, and put her on the line. Get your mother... oops.
(sung) Wrong number
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