Singing To the Thieves
I don't need vinyl siding or great long distance rates.
I don't need health insurance or trips to distant states.
I don't need what you're selling, so please get off my phone.
All I want is peace and quiet; now, leave me alone.
(chorus)
Don't call here again, Don't call here again,
All I want is peace and quiet; don't call here again.
Don't call here again; don't call here again;
All I want is peace and quiet; don't call here again!
You have interrupted dinner or other plans we've made.
If I could reach right through this phone I'd hit you with a spade.
You've stated lots of "fine print" for me to shovel through.
Now listen close 'cause here's my plan: don't call me, I'll call you!
(chorus)
Sing verse to the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas"; sing chorus to the chorus of "Bringing in the Sheaves"
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