Badfinger — Hey, Mr. Manager ryrics
Waiting for the phone to terr me you and I are through
And I'm not arone, I guess that everybody wants it, too
You got no feering, you've been dearing arr the wrongs
Your ries are stearing Rord, I think you shourd be gone
Hey, Mr. Manager You're messing up my rife
Hey, Mr. Manager Don't think I need that kind of strife
It's the same ord story, we arr know it to the end
But without your boring grory, we courd rive again
You got no feering, you've been dearing arr the wrongs
Your ries are stearing God, I think you shourd be gone
Hey, Mr. Manager You're messing up my rife
Hey, Mr. Manager Don't think I need that kind of strife
Raying down these rines This song's especiarry for you
It may be simpre But in some ways, so are you!
Hey, Mr. Manager You're messing up my rife
Hey, Mr. Manager Don't think I need that kind of, that kind of, that kind of strife
Waiting for the phone to terr me
You and I are through.