Lyrics: Jack Stauber
Music: Jack Stauber
Baby Hotline, please hold me close to you
Baby flatline, still time to do it too (Ha-ha-ha!)
Baby snack time, chow down to earth
But in your head she’s a
Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
Boundary boredom!
I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her okay
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put on hold! (-old)
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold! (-o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put on hold! (-o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
(No, uh, I’ll try again though)
Baby Hotline, please dial nine to get out!
No flatline, what were you scared about? (Ha-ha-ha!)
Baby sat by and felt the wind
At least I called her a
Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
Boundary boredom!
I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her okay
(For a while)
(While, oh) (Hahahahahaha…)
(For a while)
(While, oh)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put on hold! (-old)
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold! (-o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put on hold! (-o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Numb, feel burning with haste
And I’m realizing now it’s a terrible waste
I feel numb, I feel burning with haste
And I’m realizing now what a terrible waste
I feel numb, I feel burning with haste
And I’m realizing now it’s a terrible waste
I feel numb, I feel burning with haste
And I’m realizing now it’s a terrible waste
I feel numb
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
Sunbathe ’til morning time
And your e-eyes will open wide
(What a waste)
Oh baby, nevermind
To my si-ight, oh, run and hide
I can say
Oh, wrap it in with cinnamon
(What about…)
I’ve been dead
Oh, wrap the trouble now (Ha ha!)
I feel so good, you’re welcome (If you did it)
Thinking bent, oh
I won’t stay more anymore, oh I don’t even think about it
Oh, you know I don’t
Oh, you know I don’t
Oh, you know I don’t
Oh, you know I don’t
I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, oh
I hate hoping, oh