Songs that say "telephone" in them

[low-key]

Telephone Man
I went to my apartment on a Monday at one
A-singin' do lolly, lolly shicky bum, shicky bum
Started movin' in it on a Tuesday at two
A-singin' do lolly, lolly shicky do, shicky do

Wednesday at three I called the phone company, singin':
"Hey baby, put a phone in for me"
Thursday at four he came a-knockin' at my door, singin':

"Hey, baby, I'm your telephone man
You just show me where you want it and I'll put it where I can
I can put it in the bedroom, I can put it in the hall
I can put it in the bathroom, I can hang it on the wall

You can have it with a buzz, you can have it with a ring
And if you really want it you can have a ding-a-ling
Because-a hey baby, I'm your telephone man"

Can you believe that? And then he says:
"Now when other fellas call ya tell 'em how it all began"
Well... can you imagine?
My heart began a-thumpin' and my mind began to fly

And I knew I wasn't dealin' with no ordinary guy
So while he was a-talking I was thinkin' up my plan
Then my fingers did the walkin' on the telephone man

Singin' hey lolly, lolly
Hey lolly, lolly
Hey lolly, lolly
Get it any way you can
Right? Ha ha ha, so...

I got it in the bedroom, and I got it in the hall
And I got it in the bathroom, and he hung it on the wall
I got it with a buzz, and I got it with a ring
And when he told me what my number was I got a ding-a-ling

A-singin' hey lolly, lolly
Hey lolly, lolly
Hey lolly, lolly
Just-a doin' my thing

Ha, ha... I've never done anything like this before!

 

[PrincessShmoo]

IT'S A PERFECT RELATIONSHIP - Judy Holliday (Bells Are Ringing)
I'm in love with a man
Plaza-O-Double-Four-Double-Three
What a perfect relationship I can't see him, he can't see me
I'm in love with a voice
Plaza-O-Double-Four-Double-Three
What a perfect relationship I talk to him and he just talks to me

And yet I can't help wondering
What does he look like
I wish I knew
What does he look like
Is he six-foot-seven or three-foot-two
Has he eyes of brown or baby blue
Big and mighty or underfed
Trim black moustache or beard of red
Can he dance like Fred Astaire
Is he dark or is he fair
Pompadour or not a hair
Well I don't care!

I'm in love with a man
Plaza-O-Double-Four-Double-Three
What a perfect relationship
And that's how things should always be
Our love can never lose its mystery
'Cause I'll never meet him
And he'll never meet me
No, he'll never meet me

What does he look like
My sleeping Prince
What does he look like
Tough as nails with a black cigar
As handsome as a movie star
Stern as an eagle, shy as a dove
A face that only a mother could love
It doesn't matter what he is
I'm HIS, HIS, HIS!

But he's still just a voice
Plaza-0-Double-Four-Double-Three
What a perfect relationship
I can't see him,
he can't see me
He calls me "Mum",
he thinks I'm sixty-three
And I'll never meet him
And he'll never meet me
No, he'll never meet me

 

[Kathryn Merteuil]

Lady Gaga "Telephone"

 

[Disneylover99]

Keep Your Hands to Yourself - Georgia Satellites

I got a little change in my pocket going ching-a-ling-a-ling
Wanna call you on the telephone, baby, give you a ring
But each time we talk, I get the same old thing
Always, "No huggee, no kissee until I get a wedding ring"
My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said, "Don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself"

Ooh, baby, baby, baby, why you gonna treat me this way?
You know I'm still your loverboy, I still feel the same way
That's when she told me a story 'bout free milk and a cow
And said, "No huggee, no kissee until I get a wedding vow"
My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said, "Don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself"

You see, I wanted her real bad and I was about to give in
That's when she started talking about true love, started talking about sin
I said, "Honey, I'll live with you for the rest of my life"
She said, "No huggee, no kissee until you make me a wife"
My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said, "Don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself"

 

[RedAngie]

Hanging on the Telephone--Blondie

Telephone Line--Electric Light Orchestra ELO

 

[low-key]

Hanging on the Telephone--Blondie

Telephone Line--Electric Light Orchestra ELO

I loved that ELO song, and I dont think I heard that Blondie song since it came out, good memories

 

[MataHari22]

Mother ~ The Police

Pretty annoying song. I just remember some lyrics....

"The telephone is ringing, is that my mother on the phone..."

And how about and oldie, but a goodie, I sang this one in concert a couple times...

George Gershwin's, Our Love Is Here To Stay.

It's very clear
Our love is here to stay
Not for a year, but forever and a day

The radio
And the telephone
And the movies that we know
May just be passing fancies and in time may go....

Love Gershwin.

 

[Disneylover99]

Under My Wheels - Alice Cooper

The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun

I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess that you couldn't see, yeah yeah
But you were under my wheels honey
Why don't you let me be?

'Cause when you call me on the telephone, sayin'
Take me to the show
And then I say honey I just can't go
The old lady says I can't leave her home.

Telephone is ringing
You've got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
I got you under my wheels

I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
Got you, under my wheels, yeah yeah
I got you, under my wheels!

Telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun

I'm driving right up to you babe
I guess that you couldn't see, yeah yeah yeah
But you were under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be?

I got you under my wheels, yeah yeah
I got you under my wheels, wheels wheels
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha

 

[Disneylover99]

Mother ~ The Police

Pretty annoying song. I just remember some lyrics....

"The telephone is ringing, is that my mother on the phone..."

As soon as I read this, I thought of Alice Cooper.

 

[BlueStarryHat]

Get Off My Cloud
By The Rolling Stones
I live in an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor of my block
And I sit at home looking out the window
Imagining the world has stopped
Then in flies a guy who's all dressed up like a Union Jack
And says, I've won five pounds if I have his kind of detergent pack

I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd
On my cloud, baby

The telephone is ringing
I say, "Hi, it's me. Who is it there on the line?"
A voice says, "Hi, hello, how are you
Well, I guess I'm doin' fine"
He says, "It's three a.m., there's too much noise
Don't you people ever want to go to bed?
Just 'cause you feel so good, do you have
To drive me out of my head?"

I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd
On my cloud baby

I was sick and tired, fed up with this
And decided to take a drive downtown
It was so very quiet and peaceful
There was nobody, not a soul around
I laid myself out, I was so tired and I started to dream
In the morning the parking tickets were just like
A flag stuck on my window screen

I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd
On my cloud

Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Don't hang around, baby, two's a crowd

 

[fly girl]

Mr. Telephone Man ~ New Edition

 

[fly girl]

... and I know it doesn't have the word telephone in it, but for some reason after reading the title of the thread my head has Tommy Tutone 867-5309 stuck in my head!

 

[Disneylover99]

Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode


Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer

Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver

Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver

Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal Jesus

Reach out and touch faith

 

[RedAngie]

Another Blondie song with "telephone" in the lyrics: Picture This

From the chorus
Picture this, a day in December
Picture this, freezing cold weather

Picture this, a sky full of thunder
Picture this, my telephone number

 

[runwad]

this one

 

[Disneylover99]

Abacab - Genesis

Look up on the wall, there on the floor,
Under the pillow, behind the door.
There's a crack in the mirror.
Somewhere there's a hole in a window-pane.
Do you think I'm to blame?
Tell me do you think I'm to blame?

When they do it you're never there.
When they show it you stop and stare.
Abacab He's in anywhere.
Abacab

If you're wrapping up the world
'Cos you've taken someone elses girl,
When they turn on the pillow,
Even when they answer the telephone,
Don't you think that by now,
Tell me, don't you think that by now.

When they do it you're never there.
When they show it you stop and stare.
Abacab He's in anywhere.
Abacab Doesn't really care.

you want it, you got it, you gotta go
you want it, you got it, now you know

It's an illusion, It's a game,
Or reflection of someone else's name.
When you wake in the morning,
Wake and find you're covered in cellophane.

Well, there's a hole in there somewhere.
Yeah, there's a hole in there somewhere.
Baby, there's a hole in there somewhere.
Now there's a hole in there somewhere.

When they do it you're never there.
When they show it you stop and stare.
Abacab he's in anywhere.
Abacab

 

[pilikia97]

"Papa Loved Mama" ~Garth Brooks

Papa drove a truck nearly all his life
You know it drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife
The part she couldn't handle was the being alone
I guess she needed more to hold than just a telephone
Papa called Mama each and every night
Just to ask her how she was and if us kids were alright
Mama would wait for that call to come in
When Daddy'd hang up she was gone again

Mama was a looker
Lord, how she shined
Papa was a good'n
But the jealous kind
Papa loved Mama
Mama loved men
Mama's in the graveyard
Papa's in the pen

Well it was bound to happen and one night it did
Papa came home and it was just us kids
He had a dozen roses and a bottle of wine
If he was lookin' to surprise us he was doin' fine
I heard him cry for Mama up and down the hall
Then I heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall
That old diesel engine made an eerie sound
When Papa fired it up and headed into town

Well the picture in the paper showed the scene real well
Papa's rig was buried in the local motel
The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear
He never hit the brakes and he was shifting gears

Mama was a looker
Lord, how she shined
Papa was a good'n
But the jealous kind
Papa loved Mama
Mama loved men
Mama's in the graveyard
Papa's in the pen

 

[midnightlouise]

Tom Waits "Telephone Call from Istanbul"

All night long on the broken glass
livin in a medicine chest
mediteromanian hotel back
sprawled across a roll top desk
the monkey rode the blade on an
overhead fan
they paint the donkey blue if you pay
I got a telephone call from Istanbul
my baby's coming home today
will you sell me one of those if I shave my head
get me out of town is what fireball said
never trust a man in a blue trench coat
never drive a car when you're dead
Saturday's a festival
Friday's a gem
dye your hair yellow
and raise your hem
follow me to beulah's on
dry creek road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed
take me down to buy a tux
on red rose bear
got to cut a hole in the day
I got a telephone call from Istanbul
my baby's coming home today

 

[Alice K]

Mo Kenney - Telephones

I only talk to you by telephone
and rarely see you on my weekends home
I'd rather sit and watch my television show
you know as well as me we're not in love

can't help but think of all the times you said goodbye
never once did you feel the need to force a cry
no that'd be too much to ask, movie pusher, movie pusher
I hate it baby, I hate it baby

I have a strong act but you play too rough
you listen to techno, I hate that stuff
at people's parties hey we don't say much

But when we're alone together talkin like babies
I know just how to keep you in my head
if I had another lover could I keep you on the side

I spend our peaceful hours peeking at your watch
it never used to be cold sitting on your rooftop
but now I feel the weather
our fights have broke our shelter, our fights have broke our shelter

But when we're alone together talkin like babies
I know just how to keep you in my head
if I had another lover could I keep you on the side

When we're alone together talkin like babies
I know just how to keep you in my head
if I had another lover could I keep you on the side

I only talk to you by telephone
rarely see you on my weekends home
you'd rather sit and watch the movies that you push
you know as well as me we're not in love

can't help but think about the talk about our lives
and how you said you'd never had a better time
oh you used to make my Monday Saturdays
I hate it baby, I hate it baby

But when we're alone together talkin like babies
I know just how to keep you in my head
if I had another lover could I keep you on the side

And when we're alone together talkin like babies
I know just how to keep you in my head
if I had another lover could I keep you on the side

Yeah when we're alone together talkin like babies
I know just how to keep you in my head
if I had another lover could I keep you on the side

if I had another lover could I keep you on the side

if I had another lover could I keep you on the side

 

[Atlas722]

John Mayall's Bluesbreakers' "Telephone Blues"
Adrian Belew's "Phone Call from the Moon"