You Got The Wront Number Songtext
von E.C. Scott

Telephone ring, it′s three in the morning
Some woman's on my phone
She said, "I didn′t know he had a sister
Honey, put your brother on

But before you do
Let me ask you a question or two

Now me and your brother is tight as can be
But I get the feeling that he's cheating on me
I saw him with a woman about six feet tall
And they were with three children down at the mall
I hope I'm not talking too much
But right now I need a friend"


And then I said, "You got the wrong number
You got the wrong number
You got the wrong number
You got the wrong number
You must feel kinda crazy, you must be outdone
To call up your man and get his woman
I hate to steal your thunder
But you got the wrong number"

She went on to say
"He took me to his home for a little treat
Made love to me from my head to my feet
Went in the kitchen to prepare a meal
Set me on the counter and gave me a French deal"
I knew exactly what she was talking about
That′s when I began to shout

Oh, you got the wrong number
You got the wrong number
You got the wrong number
You got the wrong number
You must feel kinda crazy, you must be outdone
To call up your man and get his woman
I hate to steal your thunder
But you got the wrong number

Now play the blues
Now wait a minute here


Now if he′s your boyfriend, then you're a sorry case
He′s lying next to me, asleep with a grin on his face
But I'll tell you something that′s true sure 'nough
In five minutes he′ll be ready for you to pick him up
I'm gonna throw him out the door
So you won't have to call here anymore

Hey, you got the wrong number
You got the wrong number
You got the wrong number
You got the wrong number
You must feel kinda crazy, you must be outdone
To call up your man and get his woman
I hate to steal your thunder
But you got the wrong number

You got the wrong number (You got the wrong number, girl)

You got the wrong number (You got the wrong number)
You got the wrong number (Don′t you
Call here anymore, do you hear me?)
You got the wrong number (This is my house)
You got the wrong number (I′m gonna
Put his sorry butt out on the curb)
You got the wrong number (You got the wrong number)

You got the wrong number (You got the wrong number)
You got the wrong number (And you did what on my counter?)
You got the wrong
You must feel kinda crazy, you must be outdone

To call up your man and get me his woman
I hate to steal your thunder

But you got the wrong number