Call Of The Wild

Call Of The Wild Lyrics

I was out walking, Miracle Mile
So I missed the call for the call of the wild

I was downtrodden, rebewed and reviled
I was not invited to the call of the wild

I was rather sickly and I'll as a child
Too weak to respond to the call of the wild
My demeanour is gentle, my temperament mild
I am not the type for the call of the wild

My phone, it was broken, it couldn't be dialled
I never called back to the call of the wild

My application was sent but it never got filed
So I was passed over for the call of the wild

Mister Ebert, Colorblind, Brother Jaffe