Don't Call On Me

Thankyou Oh my God Where are you from Ah yeah, right, lovely This is an act, right And now from the elegant pump room of the magnificent Palmer house high over Chicago, asking that musical question? Don't call on me When you're feeling footloose and fancy free You've done that before And like a fool I came back for more It's all over now I've finally seen my way I need you no more Not now or any other day Okay little girl Live for yourself in your own little world I know that you'll find Someone who'll play and love you, be just your kind Be just your kind Be just your kind Be just your kind Cheque please, Cheque please, Waiter Yeah, okay Yeah, it's good seeing you again