[Verse 1]
A plastic chair, no legs
Outside an airport motel
How's the sailing in your area?
A public phone, swinging free in the breeze
[Chorus]
I just called to tell ya
I tried to turn it around
Thanks for picking up the phone
Leave a voicemail message
[Verse 2]
Maccas wrappers and the bones of a quart of chicken and chips
I clocked out at the automatic self with three hubcaps, police aware
A photocopy letter in the mail about Jesus from Margery
A public phone, swinging free in the breeze
[Chorus]
I just called to tell ya
I tried to turn it around
Thanks for picking up the phone
Leave a voicemail message