I tried to call you girl, where were you?Hey man, I tried calling her too and she wasn't at homeYeah, I wonder where she could beI tried to call you girl, where were you?Yeah, oh girl, where could you be?In a yacht of man, we're at this clubAnd we're dancing real funkyWe're doing the pangra, swiveling our hipsAnd dancing the funky monkeyThat's when I saw this girl who was dancing real fineI knew right then and there I had to make her all mineI knew it wouldn't happen right awayCause I couldn't find the right words to sayThe way she danced, the way she movedI knew her and I couldn't really proveI put my yacht on the caseTo get her number, he put on the chaseDing, ding, ding, telephone, any millionDing, ding, ding, telephone, any millionDing, ding, ding, nobody's homeDing, ding, ding, telephone, any millionDing, ding, ding, I couldn't reach her at homeDing, ding, ding, telephone, any millionNot in Bombay, not in the UKNot in the Yuba CityWho meant to see me?Oh girl, where could you be?This girl who's in all my thoughtsKeeps me awakeI think of her groovingAnd the way every Monday the yacht was movingWith every step she tookNow we's gone byAnd I've been on the phoneBut her papa keeps on telling meShe's not at homeAnd this is what he saysNo, I'm very sorryShe's not at homeAnd I make a requestIf you're not a fanMy ways, you know, are very strictAnd if you continue to want herI will have to go click herNo, thank you very muchGoodbye nowDing, ding, ding, telephone, any millionDing, ding, ding, her papa said helloDing, ding, ding, telephone, any millionDing, ding, ding, I had to hang up the phoneDing, ding, ding, telephone, any millionNot in Bombay, not in the UKNot in Bombay, not in the UKYou, by a cityWho will believe me?Oh girl, where could you be?I got some info about the way she workedFound out she didn't like the jerksWho cruise, honk, whistle, and shout obscenitiesAnd think they're every schoolgirl's dreamI heard she likes the mundane who can danceIf she could just find one, she'd surely be your mansSo many have triedThey've all been shot downOh, candy, they act like little kid plansI knew that I stood a better chanceCause I'm the kind of guy that likes romanceWith my charm and style and my pearly white smileI picked up the phone and I began to dialRing, ring, ring, telephone, Benny, BillyRing, ring, ring, her papa said helloRing, ring, ring, telephone, Benny, BillyRing, ring, ring, I had to hang up the phoneRing, ring, ring, telephone, Benny, BillyNot in Bombay, not in the U.K., not in the U.S. cityWho am I?Oh, girl, where could you be?I would hang up the phoneYou asked my nameI would hang up the phoneOh, girl, where could you be?Ring, ring, ring, telephone, Benny, BillyRing, ring, ring, telephone, Benny, BillyRing, ring, ring, telephone, Benny, BillyOh, girl, where could you be?I couldn't wait any longerMy need to know kept growing strongerMy mind was starting to go berserkWhen I heard a little rumor about where she workedSo I slicked myself and got on the moveTo meet this goody who could really grooveThe daytime job took me by surpriseThis nighttime dancer was cooking friesIt didn't matter, I didn't careAll I could do was smile and stareShe looked in my eyes and smiled at meAnd then she said, sasigalpayMe and Yarteme were at the same clubWe were dancing real funky like we were making loveShe met me at the barShe met me that night cause we both liked to danceI bought her a drink, hoping for a chanceShe looked in my eyes and she knew right awayThat I was a guy who would never strayShe gave me that chance, now we always danceAnd every day's our new romanceMunde keeps falling for her at the clubAnd Munde keeps calling for her, looking for loveNow I'm the one on her phoneTelling you, Munde, she's my girlShe's not at homeDing, ding, ding, telephone keeps on ringingDing, ding, ding, I pick up the phoneDing, ding, ding, telephone keeps on ringingDing, ding, ding, I say she's not at homeDing, ding, ding, telephone keeps on ringingShe's not in Bombay, she's not in the UKShe's not in Yuba CityShe's at home with meLiving in that cubicle seaHello? Hello?No, I'm so disheveled, not at homeCan I make a request of you again?Not to phone me, do you know?Anyway, do not call me anymoreMy ways are very strictIf you call me again, I'll beat you with my oppositeThank you very much now, goodbye