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DIGITS
Clark Terry - music
Les Harris, Jr - lyrics
Had a thought that I’d give you a call on the phone.
I’m just sitting here drinking beer, feeling alone.
Tried to make the call, dropped the ball, don’t know all the digits I should dial.
I recall the first digit, it starts with an eight.
Don’t quite know the next digit it’s not looking great.
Have a memory like a flea,
Pretty sure you’ll never hear from me.
It’d be easier if you’d call me.
But I know you can’t.
You don’t really even know my name.
Don’t think you ever asked.
Found your name on a business card, dialed the phone.
Got an old fashioned phone machine, you weren’t home.
Left my number there if you care, now you have my digits to call me.
Called you on the phone the other day.
Had a lot to say.
Got nervous just kept talking non-stop,
I went on and on.
Sounding like a mocking bird.
I hope you understood a word.
I’m feeling just like I blew it but I left you all my digits so I
hope you’ll call me when you hear my message on your phone.
Clark Terry - music
Les Harris, Jr - lyrics
Had a thought that I’d give you a call on the phone.
I’m just sitting here drinking beer, feeling alone.
Tried to make the call, dropped the ball, don’t know all the digits I should dial.
I recall the first digit, it starts with an eight.
Don’t quite know the next digit it’s not looking great.
Have a memory like a flea,
Pretty sure you’ll never hear from me.
It’d be easier if you’d call me.
But I know you can’t.
You don’t really even know my name.
Don’t think you ever asked.
Found your name on a business card, dialed the phone.
Got an old fashioned phone machine, you weren’t home.
Left my number there if you care, now you have my digits to call me.
Called you on the phone the other day.
Had a lot to say.
Got nervous just kept talking non-stop,
I went on and on.
Sounding like a mocking bird.
I hope you understood a word.
I’m feeling just like I blew it but I left you all my digits so I
hope you’ll call me when you hear my message on your phone.