My telephone wakes me in the morning --
Have to get up to answer the call.
So i think i'll go back to the family
Where no one can ring me at all.
Living this life has its problems
So i think that i'll give it a break.
Oh, i'm going back to the family
`cos i've had about all i can take.
Master's in the counting house
Counting all his money.
Sister's sitting by the mirror --
She thinks her hair looks funny.
And here am i thinking to myself
Just wond'ring what things to do.
I think i enjoyed all my problems
Where i did not get nothing for free.
Oh, i'm going back to the family --
Doing nothing is bothering me.
I'll get a train back to the city
That soft life is getting me down.
There's more fun away from the family
Get some action when i pull into town.
Everything i do is wrong,
What the hell was i thinking?
Phone keeps ringing all day long
I got no time for thinking.
And every day has the same old way
Of giving me too much to do.