Cheryl Wheeler - It's the Phone lyrics

rate me

It's the phone, get the phone, there's a phone call

Fish it out, press the talk button right now

Anytime, anywhere there's a phone call

We will answer and start talking real loud

In their odes to Joy and Jesus, do you think they once foresaw

their pieces in our wireless devices

All across the planet? Blah blah, blah blah, blah…

Ah the strains of music all around

Short little beeps cut through the din

I've come to love that Motorola sound

Not harpsichord or violin

I know Ludwig would be so proud

That "Fur Elise" could beep so loud

Rossini too and Brahms and Bach

And Mozart and Rachmaninoff inoff, enough

Hold the fries- keep your eyes on the road somehow

Pretty awkward to talk on the phone right now

To the whims if the Cell Tower Gods I bow

And I hope the local laws allow

It's so crowded, you're so loud it's some deaf guy you're talking to

All of us on this Hertz bus attempt to turn our backs to you

You're impinging, see us cringing, dirty looks aimed at your head

Not proud of it but I admit I wish your battery was dead