Head Ringing Like A Telephone by Cisco Adler Lyrics
[Chorus]
Head ringin like a telephone
Don't wanna pick it up
Don't wanna know
Lately, I been going crazy
Little hip-hop lullaby
You're the kick, I'm the snare, don't make me cry
Baby, I've been going out of my mind
[Verse 1]
On a cold afternoon in the back of a saloon, caught a barfly on a silver spoon
He said, "Hey there brother, won't you play me a tune?
Maybe you could quote about a man on a moon." I said, "
He got a top hat, tails and a swatch watch hangin from his fake gold chain, nothin top notch. " So I sang this song about bangin a gong in the burning bar with the king and kong
He had a briefcase filled with whatever you want for a little bit more, we got the grey poupon
He like to paint the town, I spread the favors around
He got dirty one morning and the street caught pound
Got a lollipop, tastes like a million bucks
With just a hint of honey, baby just call my lust
Can't remember what happened from that point on
Guess what, all my teachers were wrong
[Chorus]
Head ringin like a telephone
Don't wanna pick it up
Don't wanna know
Lately, I been going crazy
Little hip-hop lullaby
You're the kick, I'm the snare, don't make me cry
Baby, I've been going out of my mind
[Verse 2]
I'm your electric butterfly, wings with barbeque sauce
Got a touch of cherry, academic glazed off
And her blouse and her butt make her booty look bigger, but a gun ain't a gun if you don't pull the trigger
So I figured out a way to play hostage, slicin the cut rates
Spot in the black light lamps casino
Glass of vino and my lady friend she wanna fly with seagulls
Shit is real, with the lime, chase it down with Patron, feel fine in the morning if she just gets stoned
She smoke Marlboro Reds, she's a maryland clone, doing lines in the line before the flight back home
Sucks the car when you're high, thirty thousand feet in the sky
You get high, so you close your eyes, think about a better place, yeah
[Chorus]
Head ringin like a telephone
Don't wanna pick it up
Don't wanna know
Lately, I been going crazy
Little hip-hop lullaby
You're the kick, I'm the snare, don't make me cry
Baby, I've been going out of my mind
[Bridge]
I know, I know, I know
LO, LO, LO
VE, VE, VE
It ain't that easy
So light the torch in the midnight scorchin moonlight
If lovin life is wrong, I don't wanna do right
Put on the new shoes, hop up on a new bike, and pedal out of town
Pedal out of town
[Chorus]
Head ringin like a telephone
Don't wanna pick it up
Don't wanna know
Lately, I been going crazy
Little hip-hop lullaby
You're the kick, I'm the snare, don't make me cry
Baby, I've been going out of my mind
Head ringin like a telephone
Don't wanna pick it up
Don't wanna know
Lately, I been going crazy
Little hip-hop lullaby
You're the kick, I'm the snare, don't make me cry
Baby, I've been going out of my mind
[Verse 1]
On a cold afternoon in the back of a saloon, caught a barfly on a silver spoon
He said, "Hey there brother, won't you play me a tune?
Maybe you could quote about a man on a moon." I said, "
He got a top hat, tails and a swatch watch hangin from his fake gold chain, nothin top notch. " So I sang this song about bangin a gong in the burning bar with the king and kong
He had a briefcase filled with whatever you want for a little bit more, we got the grey poupon
He like to paint the town, I spread the favors around
He got dirty one morning and the street caught pound
Got a lollipop, tastes like a million bucks
With just a hint of honey, baby just call my lust
Can't remember what happened from that point on
Guess what, all my teachers were wrong
[Chorus]
Head ringin like a telephone
Don't wanna pick it up
Don't wanna know
Lately, I been going crazy
Little hip-hop lullaby
You're the kick, I'm the snare, don't make me cry
Baby, I've been going out of my mind
[Verse 2]
I'm your electric butterfly, wings with barbeque sauce
Got a touch of cherry, academic glazed off
And her blouse and her butt make her booty look bigger, but a gun ain't a gun if you don't pull the trigger
So I figured out a way to play hostage, slicin the cut rates
Spot in the black light lamps casino
Glass of vino and my lady friend she wanna fly with seagulls
Shit is real, with the lime, chase it down with Patron, feel fine in the morning if she just gets stoned
She smoke Marlboro Reds, she's a maryland clone, doing lines in the line before the flight back home
Sucks the car when you're high, thirty thousand feet in the sky
You get high, so you close your eyes, think about a better place, yeah
[Chorus]
Head ringin like a telephone
Don't wanna pick it up
Don't wanna know
Lately, I been going crazy
Little hip-hop lullaby
You're the kick, I'm the snare, don't make me cry
Baby, I've been going out of my mind
[Bridge]
I know, I know, I know
LO, LO, LO
VE, VE, VE
It ain't that easy
So light the torch in the midnight scorchin moonlight
If lovin life is wrong, I don't wanna do right
Put on the new shoes, hop up on a new bike, and pedal out of town
Pedal out of town
[Chorus]
Head ringin like a telephone
Don't wanna pick it up
Don't wanna know
Lately, I been going crazy
Little hip-hop lullaby
You're the kick, I'm the snare, don't make me cry
Baby, I've been going out of my mind