[Intro] One little whisper, pass it along, Somewhere in the middle, something went wrong. Seven little players, sitting in a line, By the time it reached the end, someone had died. [Verse 1] Seven little players in a row, Everybody knows what they don't know. I passed a secret down the line, You turned a warning into a crime. She heard a whisper, he heard a scream, Somebody swears it wasn't me. Funny how the story grew, When half the room already knew. [Pre-Chorus] You heard it from her, She heard it from him. He swears he heard it from me, But I never let him in. Everybody's talking, Nobody's listening. Somewhere in the silence, There's a detail going missing. [Chorus] Telephone, telephone, Tell me what you think you know. Pass it left, pass it right, Watch the truth get buried alive. He said, she said, who said what? Everybody talks, but nobody shuts up. Telephone, telephone, Funny how a whisper grows. [Verse 2] I didn't say the curtains burned, Didn't say which way she turned. Didn't mention blood or stairs, So why'd you tell them I was there? You said you heard it from a friend, Who heard it from the victim then. But here's the part that bothers me— She hasn't spoken since last week. [Pre-Chorus] Pass it left, pass it right, Keep your little stories tight. You swear the voice was hers, not mine, But something's wrong with your timeline. Play it back and count to ten, Hear the same voice start again. Everybody swears they heard, But nobody spoke the final word. [Chorus] Telephone, telephone, Seven voices, one unknown. One said run and two said hide, Three said someone had to die. Four said nothing, five said why, Six just smiled and passed the lie. Telephone, telephone, Who told the secret first? Nobody knows. [Bridge] (Music cuts. A tape recorder clicks.) Seven names upon the page, Seven voices on the tape. Six little children sitting there, So who was whispering from the empty chair? (A child's voice whispers) "You weren't supposed to hear me." [Final Chorus] Telephone, telephone, Pass the secret, pass the stone. Seven players, six replies, One still listening from the other side. Ring, ring, hear that sound? Another story going round. Telephone, telephone, Who's still calling when everyone's gone? [Outro] (The tape clicks off. A telephone rings.) "Hello?" (A child's voice, faint through static) "You never asked what I said." "What did you say?" (Long silence) "Don't let the seventh one in." (A second voice whispers from directly behind the narrator) "Too late." (Dial tone.)
