Getting on a phone with a busy line
 Talking on a phone and losing my mind
 Never never never never realiza
 It feels so far, like a millions miles
 Give me give me give me give me little hand
 Just listen to your heart, don't consider it
 I'm looking oout at the city night
 I see your eyes in city lights

 Moscow calling Operator don't teas me
 Moscow calling Operator what's going on
 Moscow calling All the circuits are busy
 Moscow calling I'm going on ain't giving it up

 Party party party party somewhere, going crazy
 Night is calling me out, but I grip the phone
 I'm having no choice
 No coffee, no beer, no cigarettes, & line's still busy
 Operator on the other end I need your voice
 I nees to hear your voice
 I'm phono phono phono phonomaniac
 When I hear your voice I wanna kiss the phone
 I wanna get paid for the weeks I stayed alone
 I have no onelse to call, for you I wanna save it all
 But it doesn't get through
 I'm going on and on
 I feel I'm gonna break this telephone