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[Verse 1: Seventies funk male lead, grunts and hollers over heavy funk drums and the clavinet riff] Twelve dollars on my bill that I never even spent Called the number on the back to ask 'em where it went Press one if you're angry, press two if you're sad Press three if you're Reggie and you're mad about the mad Then the lady on the tape says your call is very dear And a little eight-bar melody came crawlin' in my ear Hour one, I'm pacin' with the phone against my cheek Hour two, I'm hummin' it, I'm hummin' it for a week [Hook: Seventies funk male lead, full band, handclaps, wah guitar answering] Your call is very important, that's what the lady said Four hours of the same eight bars are livin' in my head Hit me, hold music, play it one more time I'm on hold and holdin' on, and baby, I'm holdin' mine [Verse 2: Funk lead, the hold loop goes live, thin melody first, then the whole funk band takes it on hit me] Hour three, I found the one, I found it in the loop Clap on the two and four, I'm cookin' it like soup Put a bass line underneath it with my thumb against the sink Put the wah on with my mouth, and I don't even need to think Hit me, that's a bridge, hit me, that's a hook Hit me, I'm a writer, and the bill is now a book Neighbor knocked to tell me hush, and then he stayed to clap Twelve dollars got a song, and I ain't givin' it back [Hook: Seventies funk male lead, full band, handclaps, wah guitar answering] Your call is very important, that's what the lady said Four hours of the same eight bars are livin' in my head Hit me, hold music, play it one more time I'm on hold and holdin' on, and baby, I'm holdin' mine [Verse 3: Funk lead, tighter, clavinet and fat bass guitar locked on the one] Hour four, the music stopped, a human voice came on Thank you for your patience, sir, how can I help, she yawned I was in the second verse, the clavinet was hot I was right up on the one, and I was givin' it all I got So I told her, ma'am, please hold, I'm almost at the end Put her on the counter, ran the chorus back again She was waitin' on the line for me to finish it with feelin' Twelve dollars, I don't care, put it on the ceilin' [Final Hook: Seventies funk male lead, all the way up, full band on the one] Your call is very important, that's what the lady said Four hours of the same eight bars are livin' in my head Hit me, hold music, play it one more time I'm on hold and holdin' on, and baby, I'm holdin' mine [End]