Back in 1876 an ol boy named bell
Invented a contraption that we know so well
By the 1950s they were in everybodys home
That crazy little thing they call the telephone
Now theres one on every corner, in the back of every bar
You can get one in your briefcase, on a plane or in your car
So tell me why, havent i, heard from you
Tell me why, havent I heard from you
Darlin, honey, what is your excuse
Why havent I heard from you
Theres no problem gettin to me
Baby you can dial direct
I got call forwarding, call waiting
You can even call collect
The service man he told me that my phone was workin fine
And Ive come to the conclusion the trouble isnt with my line
Im sure the operator will be glad to put you thru
So dial zero for assistance if this all confuses you
So tell me why, havent I, heard from you
Tell me why, havent I heard from you
Darlin, honey, what is your excuse
Why havent I heard from you
There better been a flood, a landslide of mud
A fire that bruns up the wires
And thunder so loud with a black funnel cloud
A natural disaster I know nothin about
So tell me why, havent i, heard from you
Tell me why, havent I heard from you
Darlin, honey, what is your excuse
Why havent I heard from you
Tell me why, havent i, heard from you
Tell me why, havent I heard from you
Darlin, honey, what is your excuse
Why havent I heard from you