Talk about a study of selfishness   He was a hopeless case   Drinking all the milk and leaving    None For his wife to drink   Skittish attempts to make things go right   Almost every night   Failing just to fail   And put it off til it feels alright      I won't pick up the telephone   'cause there's nine hundred people   And they're all alone   All used up like the cans of paint   In the garage      Drinking diet soda and    Watching all of your baseball games   Staying indoors on the days you know   The sun may break   Choking on the words you want to say    To your friends tonight      I won't pick up the telephone   'cause there's nine hundred people   And they're all alone   All used up like the cans of paint   In the garage      I won't pick up the telephone   'cause there's nine hundred people   And they're all alone   All used up like the cans of paint   In the garage