Song Length |
3:28 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock, Rock - General |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
“Telemarket This!”
words & music by Guy-Michael Grande
(c) & (P) by Guy-Michael Grande/Fifth Fret Music (ASCAP).
All rights reserved.
I know everybody’s got to make a livin’
Find a way to earn some pay and make the rent
I sympathize with every one of us who’s driven
For fear of falling short of what’s already spent
But please don’t call me during dinner or “Drew Carey”
Don’t ever ask me to consign my life away
No rings like these will ever please or make me marry
Some company who’ll bleed me dry on my okay
Remove my name and don’t you ever call my number
Don’t skirt the blame or try to hide behind some list
Forfeit the game of lulling me into your slumber
Inflict your tainted wares elsewhere if you dare…
And Telemarket this! Telemarket this!
That dotted line is not the kind I’d ever sign on
Cause I don’t want more ties to haunt me while I sleep
So hit rewind if I’m unkind to your sad whine-on
And go rely on someone else to earn your keep
Don’t beg or plead only to wheedle my donation
Or prattle on and on about your precious cause
If you’re legit why not submit an invitation
And maybe then you’ll hear my pen reward applause
Remove my name and don’t you ever call my number…
Don’t try to sell me frozen food to feed an army
Or one more credit card’s “unlimited” appeal
I’ll brook no voodoo convert’s zeal unbound and smarmy
These wounds are fine, benign and mine alone to heal
Remove my name and don’t you ever call my number…
Lyrics reprinted solely for use with TAXI member submission.
For more info, please contact:
Guy-Michael Grande, Route Five Records, PO Box 310756, Newington, CT 06131-0756
860.667.3906 ~ 860.805.9739 ~ routefive@hotmail.com