The phone
the phone did ring
tring tring, tring tring
so I answered the phone
done the decent thing
hello said I
hello Joe said he
I could tell right away
it wasn't for me
'cos my name is Roy
it is not Joe
that call's not for me
that's how I know
Joe's not here
where is he? he yelled
better brace yourself
before I tell
he is on a plane
up in the sky
a jumbo said he
the astral said I
'cos Joe is dead
are you sure said he
we buried him last week
so he is bound to be
by Roy Robertson
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