I was born in a basket in Paris France My teacher said don't leave nothin' up to chance Plan your Stratego for the full moon's rise Slip on out the back porch down the rail road ties Got a pocket full of change that ain't worth a dime But you can summon me to action just any old time And if you get my motor going with the break of day I'm beggin' to you, baby please, ah, don't go away Whatchama-call-a-doing-it, Oh Yeah oh oh Whatchama-call-a-doing-it, Dial me up Whatchama-call-a-doing-it, Oh Yeah yeah eee aaa Whatchama-call-a-doing-it, Oh Yeah [delta slide guitar solo] [shrieks and hollers far away] I'll die in Mississippi like the gypsy foretold In the deep dark winter with my property sold Strange lady in a blue dress waiting there by my bed Gonna make solemn promise that my children be fed Gonna scribble my name in the book of the sky Now my blood's on fire don't ask me why Whatchama-call-a-doing-it, Oh Yeah oh oh Whatchama-call-a-doing-it, Dial me up Whatchama-call-a-doing-it, Oh Yeah yeah eee aaa Whatchama-call-a-doing-it, Oh Yeah [delta slide guitar solo] [shrieks and hollers far away] [outro] Whatchama Whatchama Whatchama Whatchama Oh Yeah oh oh yay-ay ayyyy Whatchama-call-a-doing-it, (Dial me up) Whatchama-call-a-doing-it, Oh Yeah yeah eee aaa Whatchama Whatchama Whatchama Whatchama Whatchama-call-a-doing-it, Oh Yeah [delta slide guitar solo] [lone drum with heavy reverb] [shrieks and hollers far away to end]
