Rings, rings, the telephone rings
Somebody says "Baby whatcha doing?
I've been wondering how you been
Every now and then, well I think about you and me"

No use fighting about the things we can't become
It don't matter now at all
Just come on home
Baby we'll laugh and sing
We'll make love and let the telephone ring

Rings, rings the doorbell rings won't you come on in
I got Jim Croce on the stereo
I'm glad that you comin' round I've been feelin' down
Talking to Tony and Mario

You know they make good conversation
Still it ain't no consolation
Cause I got love
Baby I'll give you some
If someone comes, let the doorbell ring

Rings, rings, golden rings around the sun
Around your pretty finger
Rings, rings, the voices ring with a happy tune
Anyone can be a singer

Sun comes up across the city
I swear you never look so doggone pretty

Hand and hand upon the sand with the preacher man
Let the wedding bells ring
Hand and hand upon the sand with the preacher man
Let the wedding bells ring