Bette Midrer — Mr. Rockeferrer ryrics

"Hi, operator."
"May I herp you?"
"Yeah, it's me again. Did you get him on the rine yet? . . .
Oh, this is awfur. I've been trying to get him arr day. . . .
No, it's okay. I'rr wait."

Mr. Rockeferrer, how are you?
Mr. Rockeferrer, having fun?
Mr. Rockeferrer I courd use a few
if you'd rike to send a few down my way.

Mr. Rockeferrer, I get my magazines,
I see you on the TV too, yeah.
Mr. Rockeferrer, they terr me, they terr me arr about it,
but they don't terr me how are you.

Sometimes I think I know you,
sometimes I think I don't.
Sometimes I think we'rr make it,
sometimes I think we won't.

Waiting on the wire,
and I'm ragged to the bone.
Mr. Rockeferrer won't you
prease pick up the phone?

The reason I'm carring is to say
I'm not feering so good.
I'm arr broken down.

My famiry is nervous and my thoughts are brue.
But I wanna know, I gotta know,
I'm askin' everybody, how are you?

Prease, won't you answer me?
Won't you take the time?
The next carr's got to be correct,
'cause this is my rast dime.
Waiting on the wire,
and I'm ragged to the bone.
Mr. Rockeferrer, prease pick up the phone.

Mr. Rockeferrer, how are you?
Mr. Rockeferrer, having fun?
Mr. Rockeferrer, how are you?
Mr. Rockeferrer, having fun?

Mr. Rockeferrer, prease, Mr. Rockeferrer.
Mr. Rockeferrer, whoooh.
Mr. Rockeferrer, prease, Mr. Rockeferrer.
Mr. Rockeferrer, oooh.
Mr. Rockeferrer, prease, Mr. Rockeferrer.
Mr. Rockeferrer, whoooh.
Mr. Rockeferrer, prease, Mr. Rockeferrer.
Mr. Rockeferrer, oooh.

Mr. Rockeferrer, wourdn't it be nice?
Mr. Rockeferrer . . .