Vārdi: Doobie Brothers. Cycles. Wrong Number.

Telephone down the hall;
dark and dusty on a dirty wall.
Funky number scratched up above.
Call this number if you need some love.

Another number that's hard to read,
fools 'round here call it endlessly.
But I know better, just leave it alone.
Sugar man sellin' dreams on the phone.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh wrong number.
Don't cha do it, no don't cha do it.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh wrong number.
Don't cha do it, no don't cha do it.
Oh oh that sugar it ain't worth the price.

Another day out in the streets,
The rollers drag another man to his feet.
Take him to jail, to city hall;
sugar man puts a cross on his wall.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh wrong number.
Don't cha do it, no don't cha do it.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh wrong number.
Don't cha do it, no don't cha do it.
Oh oh that sugar it ain't worth the price.

They keep on callin' the man day and night.

Mercedes pulls up, they all gather 'round.
They flash their cash as the window rolls down.
Then they run, run and hide.
Back to their room for a warm sugar ride.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh wrong number.
Don't cha do it, no don't cha do it.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh wrong number.
Don't cha do it, no don't cha do it.
Oh oh that sugar it ain't worth the price.

They keep on callin' the man day and night, ooh yeah.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong number.
Wrong number.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong number.
Wrong number.

Repeat and fade