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My friends, they don't talk much about religion

But my friends, they don't talk much anyway-ay

When they do I know I'd better listen

'Cause my good friends just naturally know

The right things to say

They say, call me up, the phone is in the cradle

Get yourself delivered to my door-oor

Well if you're so inclined and if you've got the time

We can talk the night away

Adam got so lonely in the garden

He said it's tough to be the only man alive

He said I'd give a rib for just somebody to talk to

Well thunder and lightnin' out providin'

You came strollin' by

She said, call me up, the phone is in the cradle

Get yourself delivered to my doo-oor

Well if you're so inclined and if you've got the time

We can talk the night away

Now Rosie was the queen of the all night cowboy

She said, Texas boy, you seem kinda shy-y

Don't you expect an embossed invitation

Just knock on the wall, come down the hall

And knock on by

She said, call me up, the phone is in the cradle

Get yourself delivered to my doo-oor

Call me up, the phone is in the cradle

Get yourself delivered to my doo-oor

Call me up, the phone is in the cradle

Get yourself delivered to my doo-oor

Call me up, the phone is in the cradle

Get yourself [fade]