Now I’m sittin here by that old telephoneI’m wondering what, what went wrongYou got me doing thingsI wouldn’t want you to knowNow some women drink whiskeyAnd other drink ryeWell, you’ll drink anythingThat old guy will buyYou got me doing thingsI wouldn’t want you to knowI’ve sang about the good timesI’ve sang about the badOvernight sensationsThat we’ve all hadBut nothing comes closeTo the feeling I getWhen I’m hit between the eyesWith a direct hitYou got me doing thingsI wouldn’t want you to knowYou got me doing thingsI wouldn’t want you to knowNow I’ll go and tell youYou look good in blueYou change your clothesAnd your hairdo tooYou got me doing thingsI would want you to knowNow I’m sittin hereMy old head hangin’ downYou’re the reason I’m outRunning aroundYou got me doing thingsI wouldn’t want you to knowYou got me doing thingsI wouldn’t want you to know