I was bored, bored
So I thought: "I’m gonna phone myself"
I was bored, bored
So I thought: "I’m gonna phone myself
To hear the latest about me
And stop being bored"
But because I was out
I had to say I wasn’t home
But because I was out
I had to say I wasn’t home
Sometimes, when you get calls, at night
You have to be weary
Still, on a piece of paper
I jotted down my phone number
Still, on a piece of paper
I jotted down my phone number
But it was a piece of rolling paper
And I was bored, so I had a smoke
When I came back, a little later
I saw something in the ashtray
When I came back, a little later
I saw something in the ashtray
A crushed cigarette butt
And I never was able to remember