(617) 213 girls talk too much And 212 boys not enough 312s are very bold Man 206 gets way too cold Doing shots I'm all alone I slur my words after the tone And I drink and I call... I can't stand to be alone... Save me on the telephone. 419s they hate the phone And 208s are never home And all my lovers they have voice mail They call me back, they give me hell! And I drink and I call... I've dialed the numbers, dialed them all But nothing beats, a local call 617 boys, hmm, 617 girls, hmm 617 boys, hmm, 617 girls, hmm |
This song is from the album Roses are Red, Violets are Blue 20th Anniversary Edition. It's kind of a Boston hurrah type of song. Not really about booty calls, but more about leafing through your address book while doing shots. Dated, since no one has address books anymore, not ones made of paper anyway. Don't get too attached to the keyboard solo -- a different one is played at each performance. You can hear a bit of (517) in that old RvB episode where, uh, the puma tries to kill sarge. Credits:
(Audy-Rowland/Hsia/Erdos) Nico Audy-Rowland: Danelectro baritone guitar, Vocals Wendy Mittelstadt: Moog Opus 3, Casiotone CT-380, Vocals Brandon Erdos: Drums |
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