The Boys - Box Number lyrics

I'm sick and tired of all the good times, bad times The petty little everyday problems Who needs yours honey when I've got mine Gonna disconnect me from the hard world Lock myself away with a bad girl Reach me care of box number nine three nine Box number nine three nine Box number nine three nine Box number nine three nine Gonna take my number from the phone book Leaving my receiver offa my hook If you got a problem dial nine nine nine Gonna stock my hideaway with a Year`s supply of TV dinners Reach me care of box number nine three nine