You've got call waiting   It's irritating me to no end   I take a shot, your hall of fame is   Littered with famous, women and men      You've got 'em all on your wall   Except the last of a dying breed   'Cause you ain't got me, no you ain't got me   No you ain't, no you ain't      I got to be a boy again   With a lik'em ade chin and a quicksilver domino   Baby that's not my choice the fast way   You got a voice like the last day of Catholic school      Your world's got everything that you ever need   But you ain't got me, no you ain't got me   No you ain't, no you ain't got me      You've got Broadway, the longest street   With the shortest memory      You cram your dreams with computer chips   Give me tambourines a pair of shaking hips      You've got 'em all on your wall   I'm the last of a dying breed   'Cause you ain't got me, no you ain't got me   No you ain't, no you ain't got me      You ain't got me, no no no   No you ain't got me