Ring, ring, telephone rings
Somebody says baby what you doin'?
I've been wonderin' where you've been
Now and then I think about you and me

No use fighting about things we can't recall
It don't matter now at all

Just come on home
Baby we'll laugh and sing
We'll make love
Let the telephone ring

Ring, ring, door bell ring
Baby come on in
I got James Taylor (the Allman Brothers) on the stereo

I'm glad you come around
I've been feeling down just talking to Tony and Mario

You know they make good conversation
Still that ain't no consolation
Cause I got love and baby I'll give you some
And if somebody comes we'll let the door bell ring

Said ring, ring, golden ring
Around the sun, around your pretty finger
Ring, ring, voices ring
With a happy tune anybody can be a singer

The sun comes up across the city
I swear you never looked so dog-gone pretty

Hand in hand
We'll stand upon the sand
With the preacher man
And let the wedding bells ring

Oh, hand in hand
We'll stand upon the sand
With the preacher man
And let the wedding bells ring