Wrong Number Lyrics

"Hey Dad, good to hear your voice,"

Said the young man on the end of the line

"It's been a while since we last spoke

Thought we could talk about the bad old times

And maybe we could get together

Just like we never did

When you were the Daddy I hardly knew

And I was just your kid."

And the tears welled up in my eyes

'Cos I'm not good at telling lies

Unless my voice is slightly disguised

So I said, "Wrong number

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Your Daddy don't live here

You just called this number at random

'Cos you thought I might be queer

Don't you ever call me again, you freak

Your Daddy's probably dead

And I'll get the cops to whoop your ass

If you ever call this number again

Wrong number."

(Spoken)

Now fuck off. Get off the fucking phone, I'm expecting a business call. No, fuck off. Oh, it's your birthday, is it? Well, happy fucking birthday, freak. Oh and you're five, are you? Stop crying. Stop crying, you're a cry-baby. Cry-baby, cry-baby, cry-baby. You'll never play football for Geelong. No, you won't. You're a cry-baby. Go get your mother, Shondelle, and put her on the line. Get your mother... oops.

(Sung)

Wrong number