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lyrics
My baby’s calling on the telephone,
It’s three weeks since she disappeared from home.
She calling some East of Kathmandu.
She stopped her meds, there's nothing I can do.
The doctor said there might be days like this,
But this is eight times in a year, at least.
One day shes lying low, then flying high.
She’s draining all the family savings dry.
My baby loves plastic.
She's sociopathic.
My baby loves plastic.
But she’s gotta come down.
There's charges for the Crown Plaza Resort, gold jewelry, carpets, Nepalese airports, fine food, fine wine
(I watch the bills compile).
Shes spending rupees like they’re out of style!
There's no reason why
I endure all these ups & downs.
(I hold too tight to dreams.)
No more lithium.
No more money.
The mania fades away....
My baby called again last night, collect.
She called from somewhere south of Bangladesh.
She cried her MasterCard was all maxed out.
I’m sure she’ll get along just fine
somehow.
credits
from Strange Tales,
released January 1, 2020
Written by John Baker.
All instruments and vocals: John Baker