text: Operator, Im looking for a girl
  Youve got to help me get through
  I dont know much about her
  So Im relying on you
  She got rhythm but no sense of timing
  She likes living but shes got no address
  Operator, youve got to get me out of this mess
  Let me tell you about her
  She hasnt got a face
  She hasnt got a name
  She hasnt got a leg to stand upon
  Shes out of touch but not out of mind
  And Ive got to see again that gypsy child
  Operator, this is the call of the wild
  Shes a hitch-hiker, never gets a ride
  But you can bet shes on time
  Shes always around but so hard to find
  She causes trouble, she never takes offense
  Dirty mind a heart of gold
  Operator dont, dont you put me on hold, no
  She hasnt got a face
  She hasnt got a name
  She hasnt got a leg to stand upon
  Shes out of touch but not out of mind
  And Ive got to see again that gypsy child
  Operator, this is the call of the wild
  She hasnt got a face
  She hasnt got a name
  She hasnt got a leg to stand upon
  Shes out of touch but not out of mind
  And Ive got to see again that gypsy child
  Operator, this is the call of the wild
  She hasnt got a face
  She hasnt got a name
  She hasnt got a leg to stand upon
  Shes out of touch, not out of mind
  She hasnt got a face
  She hasnt got a name