Call Me Next Week

When the sun goes down on the Hollywood Hills
And the sharks move in for the overkill
There's a certain glow in the marketplace
That the neon signs fail to illustrate

There's an ice cream truck on a quiet street
And a man is there with a deadline to meet
He's got a rendevouz at a quarter to nine
And he's keepin' his eyes peeled for invisible lines

Well, the emperor don't wear no clothеs
We both know when the queen's alonе
So she gives you a wink from her sleepy red eyes
And says, "Call me, call me"

You'd better call me next week
You'd better call me next week
You'd better call me next week
You'd better call me next week
You'd better call me next week
You'd better call me next week

I've got something for you
You've got something for me
If the price is right
Right, all right

Where the weather is nice all year 'round
And the Mafia runs Tinseltown
There's a kingpin here, movie mogul there
And they're callin' all their shots from their stuffed leather chairs

You'd better call me next week
You'd better call me next week
You'd better call me next week
You'd better call me next week
You'd better call me
(You'd better call me)
You'd better call me next week

When the sun goes down on Tinseltown
And the Mafia runs underground
You'd better call me next week
(You'd better call me)
We've got a deadline to meet

When the sun goes down on Tinseltown
And the Mafia runs underground
You'd better call me
(You'd better call me)
Call me
You'd better call me