Here's hopin' the food don't get cold And the phone don't ring That thing has a habit of suddenly changing things Last time they called they were looking for you They're calling again what am I gonna do?
Sometimes that old mailman He carries a bag of tricks He once left me something that sure left me in a fix That letter said lots of things that weren't true But everything's changed now and what can I do?
Just like an old movie star jumps at a telegram The second he gets it His brain hears those jail doors slam He'll get caught up in an elaborate scam With too many subplots to count on his hands