Getting on a phone with a busy line
Talking on a phone and loosing my mind
Never never never never realize
It feels so far, like a million miles
Give me give me give me give me little hand
Just listen to your heart, don't consider it
I'm looking out at a city night
I see your eyes in city lights
 [bad word] 
Moscow calling
Operator don't teasе 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 there but I grip
the phone
I'm having no choice
No coffee, no beer, no cigarettes,
and line's still busy
Operator on the other and I need your voice
I need to hear your voice
 [bad word] 

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 one else to call for you
I wanna save it all
But it doesn't got [bad word] I'm going on and on
I feel I'm gonna break this telephone