Telephoning Home

She left the home
In East Street
What she bought at the well
Would just fall at her feet
She went uptown
See the lights
Dizzy with ambition
It's a town full of sights
As she went uptown to the big lights
Searching for action and fun
She thought that it would all be easy
But thinking is easily done

Now she's telephoning home
Telephoning home
Telephoning home
Because the poor little girl is on her own

Her mom and papa
Are back at her home
Sitting by the fireside
Hеar this ringing on the phone
The daughtеr's voice
Comes on the line
Trembles with emotion
And she breaks down and cries
While momma and papa are puzzled
They're trying to work it all out
They're pushing hard, applying pressure
But that's not possible

She's just telephoning home
Telephoning home
Telephoning home
Because the poor little girl is on her own

A lot press all there in the paper
A teenaged girl is found dead
They found her lying there in the phone box
With the cord wrapped around her neck

Just telephoning home
Telephoning home
She's telephoning home
Just telephoning home
Those pigs are all talking about it now