[Verse 1]
You want more, poor
Blow all my cash
She got knocked up by a knock-knock joke and it'll knock you on your ass
Sleeping in the gutter, guttin’ all my sleep
Sleeping in your troubles and boy you slept indeed

[Chorus]
Sing me the Phonebook
Don't give me no dirty look
I gotta piss
Circle the yard
40 days light, 40 days dark
Sing me the Phonebook
You make the call
I'm not a messiah, just a mess
I still love you, one and all

[Verse 2]
You can’t judge blood by the way it felt
I got full sleeves but be my guest, deal the hand your dealt
Leave this town this evening
Am I being something kind?
The devil may be waiting
He may be a friend of mine
For a long time
[Verse 3/Alternative verse]
I was some scum in the back of a pickup truck
I never met my dad, hear he’s famous
Huh, what the luck
I believe in something simple
I simply don’t believe
You have been forsaken
And it’s a role you share with three
Leave me

[Chorus]
Sing me the phonebook
Don’t give me no dirty look
I gotta piss
Circle the yard
40 days light, 40 days dark
Sing me the phonebook
You make the call
I’m not a messiah, just a mess
I still love you, one and all

[Guitar solo]

[Chorus]
Sing me the phonebook
Don’t give me no dirty look
I gotta piss
Circle the yard
40 days light, 40 days dark
Sing me the phonebook
You know, oh
You know, oh
Sing me the phonebook