(Tom Johnston)

Telephone down the hall

Dark and dusty on a dirty wall

Funky number scratched up above

Call this number if you need some love

Another number that's hard to read

Fools 'round here call it endlessly

But I know better, just leave it alone

Sugar man sellin' dreams on the phone

Oh oh oh oh oh oh wrong number

Don't cha do it, no don't cha do it

Oh oh oh oh oh oh wrong number

Don't cha do it, no don't cha do it

Oh oh that sugar it ain't worth the price



Another day out in the streets

The rollers drag another man to his feet

Take him to jail, to city hall

Sugar man puts a cross on his wall



Oh oh oh oh oh oh wrong number

Don't cha do it, no don't cha do it

Oh oh oh oh oh oh wrong number

Don't cha do it, no don't cha do it

Oh oh that sugar it ain't worth the price



They keep on callin' the man day and night

Mercedes pulls up, they all gather 'round

They flash their cash as the window rolls down

Then they run, run and hide

Back to their room for a warm sugar ride