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I'm sick and tired of all the good times, bad times The petty little everyday problems
Who needs yours honey when I've got mine
Gonna disconnect me from the hard world
Lock myself away with a bad girl
Reach me care of box number nine three nine
Box number nine three nine
Box number nine three nine
Box number nine three nine
Gonna take my number from the phone book
Leaving my receiver offa my hook
If you got a problem dial nine nine nine
Gonna stock my hideaway with a
Year`s supply of TV dinners
Reach me care of box number nine three nine