I'm the only one down here
  Who's got nothing to say
  About the war
  Or the rice
  That keeps going astray on its way to Bombay.
  And the smog that keeps polluting up our shores
  Is boring me to tears.
  Why don't you call me, Miss O'Dell?
  
  I'm the only one down here
  Who's got nothing to fear
  From the waves
  Or the night
  That keeps rolling on right up to my front porch.
  The record player's broken on the floor,
  And Ben, he can't restore it.
  Miss O'Dell.
  
  I can tell you
  Nothing new
  Has happened since I last saw you.
  
  And I'm the only one down here
  Who's got nothing to say
  About the hip
  Or the dope
  Or the cat with most hope to fill the Fillmore.
  And your pushing, shoving, ringing on my bell
  Is not for me tonight.
  So, won't you call me, Miss O'Dell?
  
  Won't you call me, Miss O'Dell?