AT&T

Maybe someone's going to save me, my heart is made of gravy And the laps I swim from lunatics don't count Open up your stockings, pull out the things you never wanted From room service calls, room service calls Open up your hands and let me see the things you keep in there I don't want to split up fifty-fifty that's the way we do it in this rose town I've got all the glory in the world, I hope it doesn't floor you before you go Room service calls in the random falls, go Whenever, whenever, whenever, whenever Whenever, whenever, eve-eve-ever I feel fine I'm going to walk away from all this all that Groovy-groovy kitty you little-little pity With your slip shag watching back You skinny skinny people don't like that When you call on them, spell me Spritzer on ice in New York City Isn't it a pity, you never had anything to mix with that Listen to the tender behind the open chest in the hall Room service calls, I'm blue green and cream and blue Whenever, whenever, whenever, whene-ne-ne-ne never I feel fine, I'll walk the plank for you, I'll walk the plank for you In the dark of the capi-federal, Jacob, Jacob Javits I'd like to thank you for everything, primarily your glass house I'm working the balling stores and I'm cashmir wrap selling Come along lads, join hands, 1-2-3 go Guess, Levis, Guess, Levis Whaaahhh-whaaahhh-whaaahhh-whaa-whaaahhh The story it goes and a distorted ghost, distorted ghost