The telephone's ringin' and it's three AM And I know just who's callin' from the same old spot And you're about half shot Almost to the point of crawlin' Why is it every time we have a little fuss You take your wounded pride And you head right straight for a bar and a bottle And try your best to crawl inside? Please stay there 'til I get there And we'll work it out together We'll take a little walk and have a little talk And you'll feel a whole lot better Just when I wonder if you're really worth the trouble That you put me through Then you roll them baby blue eyes at me And jump like a kangaroo Stay there 'til I get there Well, I thought about leavin' you many times And I've even packed my bags a few Then the telephone rings and I can't do A thing but run right straight to you Baby, stay there 'til I get there Please stay there 'til I get there