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Well back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell
Invented a contraption that we know so well
By the 1950's they're in everybodys home
It's a crazy little thing they call a telephone
Now there's one in every corner,in the back of every bar
You can get one in your briefcase,on a plane or in your car
Chorus:
So tell me why,haven't I,heard from you
Tell me why,haven't I,heard from you
I said now darlin',honey,what is your excuse
Why haven't I heard from you
Well there's no problem gettin to me baby you can dial direct
I got call forward and call waitin' you can even call collect
the service man he told me that my phone was workin' fine
And I have come to the conclusion trouble isn't with my line
I'm sure the operator will be glad to put you through
So dial zero for assisstance if this all confuses you
Chorus:
So tell me why,haven't I,heard from you
Tell me why,haven't I,heard from you
I said now darlin',honey,what is your excuse
Why haven't I heard from you
There'd better be a flood
A landslide of mud
A fire that burns up the wires
And thunder so loud with black funnel cloud
A natural disaster I know nothin about
Chorus:
Tell my why,haven't I,heard from you
Tell me why,haven't I,heard from you,yeah
I said now darlin',honey,what is your excuse
Why haven't I heard from you
Chorus:
Tell me why,haven't I,heard from you
Tell me why,haven't I,heard from you
I said now darlin',honey,what is your excuse
Why haven't I heard from you,you,you,you,you,you,you,you,you,you,you.