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