Tell me what's your number What's your new address You knew me so long ago Still i must confess I ain't done much wandering I'm still here today So if you want to look me up This is where i'll stay In the church directory You'll know where to find me You look through the yearbooks Of our early stages And you memorize the listings In the yellow pages I'll be like them photographs From 1921 Where everyone's out on the stairs In the April sun In the church directory... Every year they take a picture Of the latest class And display it in the basement Up behind the glass And after my obituary Fades without a trace I won't need no newspaper Because i got a place In the church directory...