I tried to call you girl, where were you?
Hey man, I tried calling her too and she wasn't at home
Yeah, I wonder where she could be
I tried to call you girl, where were you?
Yeah, oh girl, where could you be?
In a yacht of man, we're at this club
And we're dancing real funky
We're doing the pangra, swiveling our hips
And dancing the funky monkey
That's when I saw this girl who was dancing real fine
I knew right then and there I had to make her all mine
I knew it wouldn't happen right away
Cause I couldn't find the right words to say
The way she danced, the way she moved
I knew her and I couldn't really prove
I put my yacht on the case
To get her number, he put on the chase
Ding, ding, ding, telephone, any million
Ding, ding, ding, telephone, any million
Ding, ding, ding, nobody's home
Ding, ding, ding, telephone, any million
Ding, ding, ding, I couldn't reach her at home
Ding, ding, ding, telephone, any million
Not in Bombay, not in the UK
Not in the Yuba City
Who meant to see me?
Oh girl, where could you be?
This girl who's in all my thoughts
Keeps me awake
I think of her grooving
And the way every Monday the yacht was moving
With every step she took
Now we's gone by
And I've been on the phone
But her papa keeps on telling me
She's not at home
And this is what he says
No, I'm very sorry
She's not at home
And I make a request
If you're not a fan
My ways, you know, are very strict
And if you continue to want her
I will have to go click her
No, thank you very much
Goodbye now
Ding, ding, ding, telephone, any million
Ding, ding, ding, her papa said hello
Ding, ding, ding, telephone, any million
Ding, ding, ding, I had to hang up the phone
Ding, ding, ding, telephone, any million
Not in Bombay, not in the UK
Not in Bombay, not in the UK
You, by a city
Who will believe me?
Oh girl, where could you be?
I got some info about the way she worked
Found out she didn't like the jerks
Who cruise, honk, whistle, and shout obscenities
And think they're every schoolgirl's dream
I heard she likes the mundane who can dance
If she could just find one, she'd surely be your mans
So many have tried
They've all been shot down
Oh, candy, they act like little kid plans
I knew that I stood a better chance
Cause I'm the kind of guy that likes romance
With my charm and style and my pearly white smile
I picked up the phone and I began to dial
Ring, ring, ring, telephone, Benny, Billy
Ring, ring, ring, her papa said hello
Ring, ring, ring, telephone, Benny, Billy
Ring, ring, ring, I had to hang up the phone
Ring, ring, ring, telephone, Benny, Billy
Not in Bombay, not in the U.K., not in the U.S. city
Who am I?
Oh, girl, where could you be?
I would hang up the phone
You asked my name
I would hang up the phone
Oh, girl, where could you be?
Ring, ring, ring, telephone, Benny, Billy
Ring, ring, ring, telephone, Benny, Billy
Ring, ring, ring, telephone, Benny, Billy
Oh, girl, where could you be?
I couldn't wait any longer
My need to know kept growing stronger
My mind was starting to go berserk
When I heard a little rumor about where she worked
So I slicked myself and got on the move
To meet this goody who could really groove
The daytime job took me by surprise
This nighttime dancer was cooking fries
It didn't matter, I didn't care
All I could do was smile and stare
She looked in my eyes and smiled at me
And then she said, sasigalpay
Me and Yarteme were at the same club
We were dancing real funky like we were making love
She met me at the bar
She met me that night cause we both liked to dance
I bought her a drink, hoping for a chance
She looked in my eyes and she knew right away
That I was a guy who would never stray
She gave me that chance, now we always dance
And every day's our new romance
Munde keeps falling for her at the club
And Munde keeps calling for her, looking for love
Now I'm the one on her phone
Telling you, Munde, she's my girl
She's not at home
Ding, ding, ding, telephone keeps on ringing
Ding, ding, ding, I pick up the phone
Ding, ding, ding, telephone keeps on ringing
Ding, ding, ding, I say she's not at home
Ding, ding, ding, telephone keeps on ringing
She's not in Bombay, she's not in the UK
She's not in Yuba City
She's at home with me
Living in that cubicle sea
Hello? Hello?
No, I'm so disheveled, not at home
Can I make a request of you again?
Not to phone me, do you know?
Anyway, do not call me anymore
My ways are very strict
If you call me again, I'll beat you with my opposite
Thank you very much now, goodbye