I refused to get the phone today  even after 27 rings  it would have been a bad connection  I can tell these things  I have gift with my predictions  they come naturally  and I can tell what you are thinking  but listen to me:  It’s hell to be psychic  hell to have ESP  to know the news before 11  to see the future presently  I’ve ruined every surprise party  my family tries to throw  and when a friend comes to visit  I never say who is it  I already know  and I could never read a whodunit  knowing the one who done the crime  The lottery? I’ve won it  lost its thrill the fourteenth time  It’s hell to be psychic  hell to have ESP  You think that you might like it  but you should see what I can see  It’s hell to be psychic  hell to have ESP  I get desperate calls from Wall Street brokers  constantly     You want to know if you’ll be married  by the following June  want me to read your cup of tea leaves  then psychically bend a spoon