Chya! Chya! Chya!
To tone and to dial dot-dot-dash-da-dot-dot-da-da-da
To tone and to dial dot-dot-dash-da-dot-dot-da-da-da
But I'm still searching the
Static down the line for connection
Telegraphing pedal, ball, and bell
Wrap the chord around your hand
Pacing on the other end
For the call innate the caller standing by
Just a tap across the wire
Communication tower
The dot and dashing pending over miles over miles
The tone and the dial pulsing out the whole while
The transistor at the station for contact
When shock break the silence
Operator tariffed timing
Calculated calling patience from collect
Chop, Chop, Chop, Chop
Figgy, dates and dumplings
Grannies pekish chitlins put her knickers in the stew
Bucket and a mop causing adequate distractions
Sticking kittens in the toilet putting fingers on the stove
10 skinny piggies picking gristle off the meat bone
Hungry little lickings co-lapping up their bowls
Hands fist to cuff spilled the scrappings off the table
A kick knocked the thick cream of kitch across the floor boards
May this wine with which we toast
Imbibe delight invigorated
While our pining only permeates the pores
Absorbs divine libations vital to vein
The kind of thirst that cannot be quenched
The kind of thirst that cannot be quenched
Flows in rivers in reverse
Chya! Chya! Chya!
And sip the bottom from the glass
A drip of dust and guts and grit
An everlasting source of godly thirst
That ceases on our lips
That ceases on our lips
That ceases on our Lips
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Chya! Chya! Chya!
To tone and to dial dot-dot-dash-da-dot-dot-da-da-da
To tone and to dial dot-dot-dash-da-dot-dot-da-da-da
But I'm still searching the
Static down the line for connection
Telegraphing pedal, ball, and bell
Wrap the chord around your hand
Pacing on the other end
For the call innate the caller standing by
Just a tap across the wire
Communication tower
The dot and dashing pending over miles over miles
The tone and the dial pulsing out the whole while
The transistor at the station for contact
When shock break the silence
Operator tariffed timing
Calculated calling patience from collect
Chop, Chop, Chop, Chop
Figgy, dates and dumplings
Grannies pekish chitlins put her knickers in the stew
Bucket and a mop causing adequate distractions
Sticking kittens in the toilet putting fingers on the stove
10 skinny piggies picking gristle off the meat bone
Hungry little lickings co-lapping up their bowls
Hands fist to cuff spilled the scrappings off the table
A kick knocked the thick cream of kitch across the floor boards
May this wine with which we toast
Imbibe delight invigorated
While our pining only permeates the pores
Absorbs divine libations vital to vein
The kind of thirst that cannot be quenched
The kind of thirst that cannot be quenched
Flows in rivers in reverse
Chya! Chya! Chya!
And sip the bottom from the glass
A drip of dust and guts and grit
An everlasting source of godly thirst
That ceases on our lips
That ceases on our lips
That ceases on our Lips
To tone and to dial dot-dot-dash-da-dot-dot-da-da-da
To tone and to dial dot-dot-dash-da-dot-dot-da-da-da
But I'm still searching the
Static down the line for connection
Telegraphing pedal, ball, and bell
Wrap the chord around your hand
Pacing on the other end
For the call innate the caller standing by
Just a tap across the wire
Communication tower
The dot and dashing pending over miles over miles
The tone and the dial pulsing out the whole while
The transistor at the station for contact
When shock break the silence
Operator tariffed timing
Calculated calling patience from collect
Chop, Chop, Chop, Chop
Figgy, dates and dumplings
Grannies pekish chitlins put her knickers in the stew
Bucket and a mop causing adequate distractions
Sticking kittens in the toilet putting fingers on the stove
10 skinny piggies picking gristle off the meat bone
Hungry little lickings co-lapping up their bowls
Hands fist to cuff spilled the scrappings off the table
A kick knocked the thick cream of kitch across the floor boards
May this wine with which we toast
Imbibe delight invigorated
While our pining only permeates the pores
Absorbs divine libations vital to vein
The kind of thirst that cannot be quenched
The kind of thirst that cannot be quenched
Flows in rivers in reverse
Chya! Chya! Chya!
And sip the bottom from the glass
A drip of dust and guts and grit
An everlasting source of godly thirst
That ceases on our lips
That ceases on our lips
That ceases on our Lips
Writer: Jason Pannell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid