Oh, you're drivin' me insane with the phone calls that you make
Not because of the pranks, mate, they're worth nothin'
So dated, really lame, I know you know
Think that you're super coy, it's just feeble
I hate the way you claim that I don't know
Like you can avoid the discovery, dope

Don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to find ev'ry damn clue
So I must let you know (you know): can tell the ringer's you
I didn't need dark magic to add one and one to get two
Sorry, must let you know: can tell the ringer's you, tell the ringer's you
Tell the ringer's you

It's a tough pill to swallow to learn in fail you've wallowed
Caller ID lets me know (I know) who you are, prat
And even if you faked that, you should know
I know it's your voice since your impressions blow

A mastermind you're not, don't try to say that that's true
I'm afraid it's still so: can tell the ringer's you
All I can feel is sadness because facin' facts, you can't do
Sorry, must let you know: can tell the ringer's you, tell the ringer's you

And if you just get somebody else to try
Your lame lines, I'll still know who is there behind
'Cause it's true that your script's rote as hell, I know it's your shite

I'm fine with pullin' pranks, bro, just want effort from you
Right now, truth's a sad joke: can tell the ringer's you, tell the ringer's you
Tell the ringer's you
Tell the ringer's you, tell the ringer's you