Rings - Leo Kottke

Ring, ring, telephone ring

Somebody said, «Baby, what’cha doing?»

I’ve been wondering where you’ve been

Now and then I think about you and me No use fighting about things we can’t recall

'Cause it don’t matter now at all

Just come on home and baby, we’ll laugh and sing

And we’ll make love, and let the telephone ring

Ring, ring, doorbell, ring

Baby, come on in, I got Mel Blanc on the radio

I’m glad you came around

Been feeling down, talking to Tony and Mario

You know they make good conversation

Still it ain’t no conciliation

'Cause I got love and baby, I’ll give you some

And if somebody comes, we’ll let the doorbell ring

I said ring, ring, golden ring around the sun

Around your pretty finger

Ring, ring, voices ring with a happy tune

Anybody can be a singer

The sun comes up across the city

I swear you never looked so young and pretty

Hand in hand, we’ll stand upon the sand

With the preacher man, let the wedding bell ring

Hand in hand, we’ll stand upon the sand

With the preacher man, let the wedding bell ring