Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dog Police
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Shoup
Songwriter
Lyrics
Why should I drive all over town
Just to get the things that I need?
When the best things in life can be brought to my door
At maximum efficiency and speed
I sit by my TV with my pencil and pad
And I heed every word that they say
There's a whole new world of exciting merchandise
That's only a phone call away
I dial
One-eight-hundred
(I'm dialing)
One-eight-hundred
One-eight-hundred
Toll free!
I can make Julienne fries in seconds!
Or learn to play the guitar
I just match, patch, and blend
And instantly repair all the rips in the seats of my car
I've got knives that'll last for 50 years
And silverware that I can't lose!
And it all come with a money-back guarantee
How on earth could I refuse?
I dial
One-eight-hundred
One-eight-hundred
One-eight-hundred
Toll free!
I still can't cook on a diamond
And my burnt baked beans were charred
And everything came to me so easily
With my Visa and my Mastercard
I've got luggage I can wad up into a ball
And magazine subscriptions galore!
There's pots and pans to which nothing can stick
I've got books about the second world war!
I've got the latest songs by the greatest stars
Like Slim Whitman and Leslie Gore
And it's all packaged up in a full record set
Not available in any store!
I dial
One-eight-hundred
(I'm dialing)
One-eight-hundred
One-eight-hundred
Toll free!
Did you know that Bird and Bach and Roms
Wrote many of the hits of today?
And if you call right now
You can absolutely free your stainless steel dictionary
(Now how much would you pay?!)
I've got a bowl that smells like a fish cake
And a steamer that's made of bamboo
I've got a watch that plays Dixie!
It's all too good to be true!
My heart starts pounding when I hear the sound
Of a truck pulling up into my drive
'Cause I know it's the postman with a COD for $19.95!
I call
One-eight-hundred
(I'm dialing)
One-eight-hundred
One-eight-hundred
One-eight-hundred
One-eight-hundred
It's toll free!
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