Dancing On the Telephone - Steve Harley, Cockney Rebel

When you call me, i dance on the telephone

When I’m waiting, I gnaw my fingers to the bone

When it’s raining, it’s always raining on my heart

But when you call me it don’t seem to matter that

The car won’t start and the roof’s started leaking

Some business set’s it on fire

When we’re in touch with each other

There’s a cool exchange, touch me and believe it

Operator, high anticipation

Cool exchange, in a boys imagination

Ooh, ooh, I’m dancing on the telephone

Operator, high anticipation

Cool exchange, in a boys imagination

Ooh, ooh, I’m dancing on the telephone

When you call me, I fall for the party line

Could be in mensa with an iq of under thirty-nine

Ah, now we’re talking

Some girls are fond of deceiving

You got my whole heart believing

When you’re in touch with each other

There’s a cool exchange, touch me and believe it

Operator, high anticipation

Cool exchange, in a boys imagination

Ooh, ooh, I’m dancing on the telephone

Operator, high anticipation

Cool exchange, in a boys imagination

Ooh, ooh, I’m dancing on the telephone