Pop powerhouse Lady Gaga offers up this Tarintino-like music video for “Telephone”. It’s almost 10 minutes long, and loaded with notable moments starting right out with a semi NSFW scene in a women’s prison (her crotch is blurred out) and someone off camera exclaims “I told you she didn’t have a dick!”, clearing that up once and for all. Other tidbits include, sunglasses made from burning cigarettes, pop cans in her hair, a cell phone commercial (lame), death by syrup and a pussy mobile. I have to say, the song is stupid and basically says nothing more than “don’t call me while I’m dancing in the club”. Not my cup of tea, but hey, it’s pop and it’s fun. Says Gaga herself, “There’s certainly always a hidden message in my music videos,” she said. “I’m always trying to convolute everyone’s idea of what a pop-music video should be.” source. Again sorry for VEVO, I’ll replace it if I can find a good copy later.

Lady Gaga – “telephone” Lyrics:

[Lady Gaga]
Hello, hello, baby
You called, I can’t hear a thing.
I have got no service
in the club, you say, say
Wha-Wha-What did you say, huh?
You’re breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you,
I’m kinda busy.

K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I’m kinda busy.

Just a second,
It’s my favorite song they’re gonna play
And I cannot text you with
A drink in my hand, eh?
You shoulda made some plans with me,
You knew that I was free.
And now you won’t stop calling me;
I’m kinda busy.

Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna think anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin”, stop callin,
I don’t wanna talk anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin’ me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I’m busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin’ me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Can call all you want,
but there’s no one home,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
Cuz I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin that bubb,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

Call when you want,
but there’s no one home,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bubb,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

[Beyonce]
Boy, the way you blowin’ up my phone
won’t make me leave no faster.
Put my coat on faster,
leave my girls no faster.
I shoulda left my phone at home,
cuz this is a disaster!
Callin’ like a collector -
sorry, I cannot answer!

Not that I don’t like you,
I’m just at a party.
And I am sick and tired
of my phone r-ringing.
Sometimes I feel like
I live in Grand Central Station.
Tonight I’m not takin no calls,
cause I’ll be dancin.

Cause I’ll be dancin
Cause I’ll be dancin
Tonight I’m not takin no calls, cause I’ll be dancin!

Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna think anymore!
I got my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna talk anymore!
I got my head and my heart on the dance floor.

Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna think anymore!
I got my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna talk anymore!
I got my head and my heart on the dance floor.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin’ me
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I’m busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin’ me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Can call all you want,
but there’s no one home,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
Cuz I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bubb,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

Call when you want,
but there’s no one home,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
Cuz I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bubb,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
Cuz I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bubb,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
Cuz I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin that bubb,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

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