Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wyly Bigger
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wyly Bigger
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Edgar Stuart
Producer
Lyrics
My telephone ain’t working anymore
Think I’ll take it off the wall,
drag it out the door,
scrounge up some cash,
take it over to the store
and tell ‘em my telephone ain’t working
anymore.
It don’t ring the way it used to do
back when we were young
and love was new
she’s probably tried to call a million
times
I’m sure it’s true
But it don’t ring the way it used to do
So, help me Mr. Repairman
You’ve got to do something
I know she’s trying to reach me
but I haven’t heard a thing
That phone ain’t rang once
since she walked out the door
but don’t you try to tell me
she don’t want me no more
I know that I’m the one she still adores
It’s just that my telephone ain’t working
anymore
Strangest thing about this phone of mine
Every time that I pick up that line
Some voice tells me not to dial her
number
Don’t know why
Won’t you help me fix this broken phone
of mine?
So, help me Mr. Repairman
You’ve got to do something
I know she’s trying to reach me
but I haven’t heard a thing
That phone ain’t rang once
since she walked out the door
but don’t you try to tell me
she don’t want me no more
I know that I’m the one she still adores
It’s just that my telephone ain’t working
anymore
I don’t know what she’s doing
or where she’s been
but surely, she’s been calling.
I wish she’d come home again.
So, help me Mr. Repairman
You’ve got to do something
She’s got to be trying to reach me
but I still ain’t heard a thing
That phone ain’t rang once
since she walked out the door
and I’m starting to worry
that she don’t care no more
I pray that I’m the one she still adores
and that my telephone ain’t working
anymore
and that my telephone ain’t working
anymore
It’s got to be that my telephone just ain’t
working anymore
Written by: Wyly Bigger