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Well I'm so sick and tired of talking on the phone
Sitting in a room conversing all alone
Talk, talk, talk, talk everybody else
But what you really rather do is talk
About yourself

Don't talk to me, don't talk
You don't talk to me, don't talk
Not even a word
Just button your lip

Don't talk to me, don't talk
You don't talk to me, don't talk

You ought to have a case of bloody laryngitis
We're sitting in a room
With no one there beside us
And we're sick and tired of
Listening to your neurotic shit
Shut your mouth, your fuckin' hands
Stop acting like a twit

Don't talk to me, don't talk
You don't talk to me, don't talk

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chatter chatter chatter

Everybody, this is the cowboy
Fuckin' cowboy
I knew it the minute I saw him
The way he walked, the way he talked
The way he looked in my eye
There was something...special there
There was something a little bit extra
He was in love with...everything he saw
Man, could he drink
I'm not sorry, I know that he was the one
He had the t-t-t-t-tu simple math
He had the t-t-t-turn table
The tv video stereo
But he talked like a fuckin' motherfucker
He would not stop
He talked, he talked
He was on drugs, you know, it didn't matter

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chatter chatter chatter

You open up your fuckin' mouth
But I don't know what's the matter
When you yak yak yak yak yak yak yak
I'd like to tie your hands and feet
And put you in a sack

Don't talk to me, don't talk
You don't talk to me, don't talk

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