Ring ring, telephone ring
Somebody says: "Baby, what ya doing?
I've been wondering where you've been
Now and then, I think about you and me"
There's no use fighting 'bout things we can't recall
'Cause it don't matter, girl, at all
Just come on home
And baby, we'll laugh and sing, and we'll make love
And let the telephone ring
Ring ring, door bell ring
Baby, come on in, I got the Allman Brothers on the stereo
I'm glad you came around
I've been feeling down, talking to Tony and Mario
You know, they make good conversation
But girl, that ain't no consolation
'Cause I got love, and baby I'll give you some
And if somebody comes, we'll let the door bell ring
I said ring ring, golden ring
Around the sun, around your pretty finger
Ring ring, voices ring
With a happy tune, anybody can be a singer
The sun comes up across the city
I swear you never looked so dog gone pretty
Hand in hand, we'll stand upon the sand
With the preacher man
And let the wedding bell ring
Hand in hand, we'll stand upon the sand
With the preacher man
And let the wedding bell ring
Oh, hand in hand, we'll stand upon the sand
With the preacher man
And let the wedding bell ring