Sitting in the dark in my ivory tower
The telephone prowler, telephone prowler
Who is calling you at an ungodly hour?
The telephone prowler, it’s the telephone prowler
I’m the wrongest of numbers
Waking you
From the sweetest of slumbers
Mmm get home from work
I got that sweet deep hunger
I’m coming down the line
I don’t make cold calls baby
It’s the hottest of them all
And I’m coming down the line
Who is going to make your whole day sour?
Yeah, the telephone prowler, the telephone prowler
Your ear, my tongue softly does devour
The unseen tongue of the telephone prowler
For some of you I’m the closest thing
You’ve got to a friend
And when that phone rings, yeah
It’s about time you comprehend
I’m the voice for the modern age
You've nothing of worth to say
I pick up the receiver and take to the stage
We're actors, hot blooded actors
I think my heavy breathing does convey
I shake shiver and moan
Don't dare hang up the telephone.
I shake I shiver and I moan
Don't you dare hang up the telephone.
