Lookin thru my magazines
See about your fame
Lookin thru police beat
See about my shame
You always said give me a ring
If ever you're in trouble
I called you up your agent said
She'll be back on the double
He said I could call back
But that was my only call
Lookin thru my records
Hear you singin songs I sing
But I ain't got a turntable
Don't listen to a single thing
They're showin your movie in my cell tonight
While all my cellmates are learnin how to write
So I thought I would ask you
Just to send me a line
And tell me how you hope that
I am doin fine
Coz I ain't got no calls left
And there's nothin I can do
I'll have to skip your movie
To learn how to write to you
He said I could call back
And I heard you tell him no
Thru the bars I see
A billboard with your face
Shooting down my dreams each morning
As I get up to shave
I'll see you baby pretty quick
Soon as I get an appeal
But I've got KP tomorrow
And the warden won't cut a deal
Turn off the TV sitcom sir
Because she always laughs at me
It's a pretty funny show they say
Something I just don't wanna see
When I get out of here my girl
Your star'll be plastered on that street
And I'll come by and stomp on you
With my shoeless blistered feet
He said that I could call you back
I could see you running out the door
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