Sitting all alone by your telephone
You’re waiting for something you’re waiting on the tone Trying to get together trying to keep it real tight
But you’ll be dancing around in the middle of the night
Well you were down on arrival and way out of sight And you were left for dead in the middle of the night You’re eaten up inside by some readymade drama And you can’t look up cause you dread the panorama
You’re all boxed up on a Saturday night You’re all boxed up and you sing
You’re all boxed up at eleven at night And you’re standing all alone in the rain You’re all alone in the rain
Well you know there’s a party on the side of the hill
You know you shouldn’t go but you know that you will You’re trying to keep it together trying to keep it real tight But you’ll be dancing around in the middle of the night
You can keep it for your mamas keep it for your poppas You can raise a few llamas in the southern Bahamas You can run to the bunker cause they just might bomb us And sign that paper like you’re Jefferson Thomas
You’re all boxed up on a Saturday night You’re all boxed up and you sing
You’re all boxed up at eleven at night And you’re standing all alone in the rain You’re all alone in the rain
Sitting all alone by your telephone
And you’re stranded in the rain in a mess of your own Down on arrival and way out of sight
You’ll be dancing around in the middle of the night
You’re all boxed up on a Saturday night You’re all boxed up and you sing
You’re all boxed up at eleven at night And you’re standing all alone in the rain You’re all alone in the rain
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