And it starts to rain outside
We both have to be at work in an hour
They're pretty mad about you but they'll get through
Looking for a phone booth we
In our phone booth we hide
The weather, you'll call mine, you will tell her
A big breakfast in an old fashioned diner
It doesn't let up until 5
Rehearse what we're going to say
You call my work in my mother's voice, they believe you
So that we can have this day, away
I call your boss and I don't speak the truth
That I'm very sick and that, you're my mother
We find a phone booth with room for two
So we walk down the street
Let's call in sick I suggest to her
A full meal six coffee refills later
I'll call your boss and tell her that you're under
We couldn't wait to get up to go for
