"617" Lyrics

213 girls talk too much
and 212 boys not enough
312's are very bold
And 206 gets way too cold
Doing shots I'm all alone
I slur my words after the tone

And I drink and I call...

I can't stand to be alone...
Save me on the telephone.

Now 419's they hate the phone
Man 208's are never home
And all my lovers they have voice mail
They call me back, they give me hell!

And I drink and I call...

I can't stand to be alone...
Save me on the telephone.

I've dialed the numbers, dialed them all
But nothing beats, a local call

617 boys, hmm, 617 girls, hmm
617 boys, hmm, 617 girls, hmm