When [bad word] home and it’s getting late 
I was unwritten fate 
Two eyes light up the screen 
Ooh, the prettiest face you’ve ever seen 
You-ooh in the depleting light 
Tip-toe through in the middle of the night 
You say ‘I want what you got’ ohh 
And the rocket launch starts the show 
 [bad word]  
Somebody in Kansas City loves me 
Somebody is waiting by the telephone 
Somebody in Kansas City loves me 
Somebody is waiting too all alone 

Hey, 
Now listen 
I’m a figure of eight 
You can catch me and y’all wouldn’t choose 
But clock is ticking 1,2,3,4,5 I’m late 
Oh I, forgot to mention 
He’s like that thin man with the big heart 
It ‘aint easy 
He loves me 
And the rocket launch starts the show 
 [bad word]  
Somebody in Kansas City loves me 
Somebody is waiting by the telephone 
Somebody in Kansas City loves me 
Somebody is waiting to all alone 

Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Oh Oh 
Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Oh Oh 

Oh Oh (somebody) 
Oh Oh (somebody) 
Oh Oh (somebody in Kansas City) 
Oh Oh (somebody) 
Oh Oh (somebody) 
Oh Oh (somebody in Kansas City) 
 [bad word]  
Somebody in Kansas City loves me 
Somebody is waiting by the telephone 
Somebody in Kansas City loves me 
Somebody is waiting too all alone 

Alone (somebody) 
Oh Oh (somebody) 
Oh Oh (in Kansas City) 
Oh Oh (somebody) 
Oh Oh (somebody) 
Oh Oh (loves me, loves me) 
Oh Oh (somebody) 
Oh Oh (somebody) 
Oh Oh (in Kansas City, Kansas City) 
Oh Oh (somebody) 
Oh Oh (somebody) 
Oh Oh (loves me, loves me) 
(fade out)