"Hey Dad, good to hear your voice,"<br />
Said the young man on the end of the line<br />
"It's been a while since we last spoke<br />
Thought we could talk about the bad old times<br />
And maybe we could get together<br />
Just like we never did<br />
When you were the Daddy I hardly knew<br />
And I was just your kid."<br />
<br />
And the tears welled up in my eyes<br />
'Cos I'm not good at telling lies<br />
Unless my voice is slightly disguised<br />
So I said, "Wrong number<br />
Wrong number<br />
Your Daddy don't live here<br />
You just called this number at random<br />
'Cos you thought I might be queer<br />
Don't you ever call me again, you freak<br />
Your Daddy's probably dead<br />
And I'll get the cops to whoop your ass<br />
If you ever call this number again<br />
Wrong number."<br />
<br />
(Spoken)<br />
Now fuck off. Get off the fucking phone, I'm expecting a business call. No, fuck off. Oh, it's your birthday, is it? Well, happy fucking birthday, freak. Oh and you're five, are you? Stop crying. Stop crying, you're a cry-baby. Cry-baby, cry-baby, cry-baby. You'll never play football for Geelong. No, you won't. You're a cry-baby. Go get your mother, Shondelle, and put her on the line. Get your mother... oops.<br />
<br />
(Sung)<br />
Wrong number