You've got call waiting
It's irritating me to no end
I take a shot
Your hall of fame is
Littered with famous
Women and men
You've got 'em all on your wall
Except the last of a dying breed
Cause you ain't got me
No you ain't got me
No you ain't no you ain't got me

I got to be a boy again
With a lik'em ade chin and a quicksilver domino
Baby that's not my choice the fast way
You got a voice like the last day
Of Catholic school
Your world's got everything that you ever need

You've got Broadway, the longest street
With the shortest memory
You cram your dreams with computer chips
Give me tambourines a pair of shaking hips
You've got 'em all on your wall
I'm the last of a dying breed...