Some lyrics (punk rock, G and F):
You call me on the telephone everyday
You’ve got nothing to say. You just want to say ‘hey’.
Ask me how I’m doin’, say I sound bored.
That’s a brilliant observation. You’ve got me floored.
Chorus:
I’m bored with you, bored with you.
So hang up the phone; this conversation is through.
I’m bored with you, bored with you.
So get of my way; I’ve got other things to do.
