AT&T

Maybe, someone's gonna save me
 My heart is made of gravy
 And the laps I swim from lunatics don't count
 Open up your stocking
 Pull out all the things you never wanted 'til room service calls
 Room service calls
 Open up your hands
 And let me see the things you keep in there
 That's the way we do it in this rogue's 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
 Ev-ev-ever I feel fine
 I'm gonna walk away
 From all this, all that
 The groovy, groovy kitty
 And little, little pity
 With your slip shag watching back
 And 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 and green, green and blue, ooh
 Whenever, whenever, whenever
 Whene-ne-ne-ne-ne-never, oh
 I feel fine
 I'll walk the plank for you
 I'll walk the plank
 I walked the plank for you
 In the d-d-d-d-dark of the capi-federal
 Jacob, Jacob Javitz
 I'd like to thank you for everything
 Primarily, your glass house
 I'm workin' the ballin' stores and-
 I'm Kashmir wrap sellin'
 Come along lads
 Join hands (guess, Levis, guess, Levis) one, two, three, go
 Whoa, oh-oh-oh
 Whoa, oh-oh-oh
 Whoa, oh-oh-oh
 Whoa, whoa, oh-oh-oh
 The story it goes and a
 Distorted ghost
 (Distorted ghost)