The telephone's ringin' and it's three a.m. and I know just who's callin' From the same old spot and you're about half shot almost to the point of crawlin' Why is it everytime we have a little fuss you take your wounded pride And you head right straight for a bar and a bottle and try your best to crawl inside Please stay there till I get there and we'll work it out together We'll take a little walk and have a little talk and you'll feel a whole lot better Just when I wonder if you're really worth the trouble that you put me through Then you roll them baby blue eyes at me and jump like a kangaroo Stay there till I get there... Well I thought about leavin' you many times and I've even packed my bags a few Then the telephone rings and I can't do a thing but run right straight to you Baby stay there till I get there... Please stay there till I get there...