The Inbreds — The Runaround lyrics

Lyrics

I’ve been runnin' round, runnin' round for weeks
I’ve been runnin' round, runnin' in my sleep
I get the runaround, runnin' round for weeks
I’ve been runnin' round, runnin' round for weeks
Why don’t you ever pick up your phone?
Was that to my friend? Well, I live all alone
At the moment you called, came a knock at my door
When a person comes to visit, man, they shouldn’t be sore
I can’t turn them back
I’ve been runnin' round, runnin' round for weeks
I’ve been runnin' round, runnin' in my sleep
I’ve been runnin' round, runnin' round for weeks
I get the runaround, runaround for weeks
Why don’t you ever come to your door?
Was that to my friend? Well, I told you before
that I live all alone and the phone had just rang
when you knocked on the door, but the call couldn’t wait
I can’t make them wait
Can’t you hear me taking to your phone machine?
Do you just sit back and have a laugh at me?