Hello, hello, baby, you called, I can't hear a thing
I have got no service in the club, you see, see
Wha-wha-what did you say? Oh, you're breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kind a busy
K-kind a busy, k-kind a busy
Sorry, I can't hear you, I'm kind a busy
O rapaz abusa de um tom mais grave do que possui, dando mais veracidade à música, enquanto desliga o objeto, abrindo a cabine e indo para o palco, poderoso.
Just a second, it's my favorite song they're gonna play
And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh
You should a made some plans with me, you knew that I was free
And now you won't stop calling me, I'm kind a busy
Várias pessoas entram vestidas de presidiários, com roupas listradas, enquanto dançam a coreografia da canção. Musicboy, que tem um tom mais agudo, canta os tons graves durante o refrão da canção, enquanto anda ousado pelo palco, sem perder o fôlego.
Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna think anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna talk anymore
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor
Os jurados se mostram animados com a presença de palco do rapaz, ele começa a coreografar a canção, o que fica mais divertido.
Call when you want, but there's no one home
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
Se divertindo com a música, ele dança e canta, junto dos dançarinos.
My telephone, m-m-my telephone
'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
O rapaz volta para a cabine telefonica, aonde pega o objeto e fala, finalizando o show.
We're sorry... The number you have reached
Is not in service at this time
Please check the number, or try your call again
A platéia aplaude.
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