Telephone Mama

Hello?

Hello, Bolivian dancer

Fandango

This is Madame Bovary

Oh

Symbiosis with Voltaire

Uh, when?

Telephone mama

I lived my life on a razor blade

Never found escape in my empty shade

Till came one day when the C.I.A

Said, "We need you bad down in Leningrad"

I took my life of a legal alien

A Bolivian dancer

That's what I was

And I knew I found my aim

Just telephone mama, huh

Just living on a poison pill

Telephone mama, huh

A robot dressed to kill

Telephone mama, huh

That's all I kept in mind

Just telephone mama, huh

The rest is left behind

(Telephone, telephone, telephone mama)

I met Fräulein in a French café

Just a cigarette and "les jeux sont faits"

Till came one night when she was in sight

Through the bathroom door, saw her seek for more

I took my colt and I pointed at her eyes

Sentimental cancer

That's what it was

And I knew I lost my prize

Just telephone mama, huh

Just living on a poison pill

Telephone mama, huh

A robot dressed to kill

Telephone mama, huh

That's all I kept in mind

Just telephone mama, huh

The rest is left behind

(Telephone, telephone)

(Telephone, telephone)

Just telephone mama, huh

Just living on a poison pill

Telephone mama, huh

A robot dressed to kill

(Telephone, telephone, telephone mama)

(Telephone, telephone mama)

She looked at me, God, she was so sweet

She knelt to my feet, said she had to cheat

'Cause she lived her life on the sharpest knife

And the KGB never let her breathe

I took her hand, we decided to go far

The naivest dancer

That's what I was

And two men approached the car

Just telephone mama, huh

Just living on a poison pill

Telephone mama, huh

A robot dressed to kill

Telephone mama, huh

That's all I kept in mind

Just telephone mama, huh

The rest is left behind