Shyra awoke in an unfamiliar bed
In a sour part of town
On his mother's birthday, too

What could be worse -

Cheap beer on his breath,

But two cents left in his head,
He picked up the telephone,
Didn't dial, but this is what he said:


"Operator, please call me back!
Hold the line for me."


Just the day before,
She was in the cheapest store,

She had beauty on her side,
Even said so on a sign in aisle 9.


"Operator, please call me back!
Hold the line for me."


"Hold the line for me."