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(Andy Summers)
Well, the telephone is ringing
Is that my mother on the phone?
Telephone is ringing
Is that my mother on the phone?
The telephone is screaming
Won't she leave me alone
The telephone is ringing
Is that my mother on the phone?
Well, every girl that I go out with
Becomes my mother in the end
Every girl I go out with
Becomes my mother in the end
Well, I hear Mother calling
But I don't need her as a friend
Oh, oh, Mother
Oh, Mother, dear, please listen
And don't devour me
Oh, Mother, dear, please listen
And don't devour me
Oh, women, please have mercy
Let this poor boy be
Oh, Mother, dear, please listen
And don't devour me
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