Baby Hotline Jack

Baby Hotline, please hold me close to you
Baby flatline, still time to do it too (Ha-ha-ha!)
Baby snack time, chow down to earth
But in your head she's a

Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
Boundary boredom!
I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her okay

(Hotline!)
Hung up and put on hold! (-old)
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold! (-o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put on hold! (-o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
(No, uh, I'll try again though)