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Every time we had a pay card, I don’t know how to use a telephone
I can’t talk to my baby, I don’t know if I can get along
I said “Hello Operator, I’ll be dead on the police
That he won’t remember who I a-a-am.”

Just a day at the market I couldn’t tell the brother from the beans
I got the meat that were potatoes, the fish were tomatoes
And the cash here was my marble
I said “Hello Operator, I’ll be dead on the police
That he won’t remember who I a-a-am.”

Just a day in trap, I’d heard of a lifetime rebel
My intuit police, and wants to get the father in dead blow
I said “go blow your alma, won’t you let me speak my mind”
I said in full boom operator, “I’m the one who loves you, my mind”
Yeah, oh, oh yeah

Now they’re taking me away, they’ve thrown away my set of keys
I ain’t got no telephone, they won’t let me speak my peace
I said “Hello Operator, I’ll be dead on the police
That he won’t remember who I a-a-am.”
I said “Hello Operator, I’ll be dead on the police
That he won’t remember who I am!”