Cold night down on Mean street Wet shoes in the telephone stall I'm trying to explain it But I don't have the change to make the call She thinks I'm running 'round with that waitress The one who still wears those platform shoes And she's gonna get even so you can see there's really No more time to lose, and that's why I'm telling you Telephone lady won't you get my baby, won't you Get my baby on the line. Telephone lady don't Let my baby, don't you let my baby have the last Laugh She says she's gonna make me sorry Gonna jump on every joker that she sees You gotta put me through before she Makes a fool out of me