Call my cell

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TTTO “You can call me Al”

Paul Simon

(inspired by my boss signing off an IM conversation saying “you can call my cell”)

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A man drives down the street

He says why am I lost in the middle now

Why am I lost in the middle

Reading a map is so hard

I need some good directions

I want a piece of advice

Don’t want to end up in circles

Burning my gas out

Gas meter, gas meter

Running on empty

Far away from well-lit home

Mr. honking horn, honking horn

Don’t honk your horn at me

You know I don’t find the street

Where I should have made a right

[Chorus]

If you’ll be available

I can be your G-P-S

I can call you Betty

And Betty when you call me

You can call my cell

A man drives down the street

He says why do I get no signal

One little bar of signal

And woe my calls are so long

Talking to wife and family

What if it dies here

Who’ll be my cell phone

Now that the battery has

Died died

Too far away from antenna

With no connection whatsoever

All alone alone

There were disconnections in the middle

There were lost phone calls disconnecting

[Chorus]

A man drives down the street

It’s a street in a strange world

Maybe it’s the first world

Maybe it’s a strange part of town

He doesn’t know the street names

He folds no maps of this place

He is a foreign man

He is surrounded by the sound

The sound

[spoken]

In one thousand meters, make a right

Then keep left

He looks around, around

He sees street names on the signs

He turns right and hellelujah –

[Chorus]