Ring, ring, telephone ring Somebody says, baby, what you doing? I've been wondering where you've been Now and then, I think about you and me There's no use fightin' about things we can't recall It don't matter, girl, at all Just come on home And, baby, we'll laugh the same And we'll make love and let the telephone ring Ring, ring, doorbell ring Baby, come on in I got the Allman Brothers on the stereo I'm glad you came around I've been feeling down talking to Tony and Mario You know they make good conversation But, girl, that ain't no consolation Cause I got love and, baby, I'll give you some If somebody comes, we'll let the doorbell ring I said, ring, ring, doorbell ring Around the sun, around your pretty fingers Ring, ring, voices ring With a happy tune Anybody can be a singer The sun comes up across the city I swear you never look so Dog on footie, hand in hand We'll stand upon the sand with the preacher man And let the wedding bell ring Hand in hand, we'll stand upon the sand with the preacher man And let the wedding bell ring Hand in hand, we'll stand upon the sand with the preacher man And let the wedding bell ring Hand in hand, we'll stand upon the sand with the preacher man