The Numanoid Channel

Do you need the service

Do you need to call me daily

Do you have reasons for calling at all

Is something on your mind

Is something wrong I get the feeling

That you're laughing at my quiet surprise

My silhouette is changing

As I'm ageing by your window

And I focus on the light by your face

Call me the operator

Making comments 'He's so technical'

Or, 'I've absolutely nothing to do'

Recycle all my photographs

I'll leave a picture of the Queen

And no-one has to know I was there

Me I'm so ashamed

You're all connected to my number

And the conversation's only polite

I'll wear my old grey raincoat

Just in case your 'confidential'

Make up stories like 'The screen fades away'

Today it's in a taxi

By the station, and it's raining

And I wonder how they made it before

(P) 1979 Beggars Banquet

Do You Need The Service ? (Early Version)