Ring, ring, telephone ring
Somebody says, "Baby whatcha doin'?"
I been wonderin' where you been

Now and then, I think about you and me

No use fightin' 'bout things we can't recall

It don't matter now at all
Just come on home, baby we'll laugh and sing
We'll make love and let the telephone ring


Ring, ring, doorbell ring
Baby come on in, got James Taylor on the stereo

I'm glad you come around, I've been feelin' down
Just talkin' to Tony and Mario


You know they make good conversation
Still it ain't no consolation
'Cause I got love, baby I'll give you some

If somebody comes, we'll let the doorbell ring

Ring, ring, golden ring

Around the sun, around your pretty finger
Ring, ring, voices ring
With a happy tune, anybody can be a singer


The sun comes up across the city
I swear you never looked so doggone pretty

Hand in hand we'll stand upon the sand
With the preacher man, let the wedding bells ring


Hand in hand we'll stand upon the sand
With the preacher man, let the wedding bells ring