Telephone Box Ian Gillan (Ft. Roger Glover)

I may be crazy but hear me well
Don’t want to ding-a-linging on my bell
Communication is a good thing
But I like to let the mother ring

There’s no extension on this line
I’ve lost your number tear up mine
Who wants to live in a telephone box
Who wants to live in a telephone box

I may be crazy but here I stand
The situation’s getting out of hand
There’s no escape no hideaway
You got loose change and nothing to say

The world’s getting smaller that’s for sure
I can’t stand it anymore
Who wants to live that way
I can’t stand it no more

I may be crazy I may be wrong
But when the sun is hot and the grass is long
I wanna love you yes I do
I wanna do what’s good for me and you

Reach a moment hot with tears
There’s a ringing in my ears
Who wants to live in a telephone box
Who wants to live in a telephone box