I'm tired of heraring your voice on my answering machine.
It seems like you've forgotten all the things you did to me.
When you get drunk and lonely and start sayin' I love you.
Well you're the one who walked away so here's what you can do.

Put it in the sunday paper.
Hang it on a billboard on the street.
Sell it on a sixty second information on tv.
Tell it to your dog walkin'.
Tell it to the clerk at the grocery stor.
Put it in the sunday paper.
I don't want to hear it anymore.
Put it in the sunday paper.
I don't want to hear it anymore.

Well you said that you needed space so why're you crowding me.
And why're you drivin' by my house you know this ain't your street.
I got the phone number if you wanna place an ad or two.
They got friendly operators who'll gladly assist you.

Put it in the sunday paper.
Hang it on a billboard on the street.
Sell it on a sixty second information on tv.
Tell it to your dog walkin'.
Tell it to the clerk at the grocery stor.
Put it in the sunday paper.
I don't want to hear it anymore.
Put it in the sunday paper.
I don't want to hear it anymore.

If you've got so much time on your hands.
So give it to charity, go into therapy.
Get yourself a hobby, put it in a melody.
Sing it on the opry, just stop buggin' me.

Put it up in sky writin'
On the scoreboard at the football game.
Write it with a sharpie on your forehead and walk around for days.
Tell it to your nosey neighbor.
And put it up on your front door.
Put it in the sunday paper.
I don't want to hear it anymore.
Put it in the sunday paper.
I don't want to hear it anymore.