No More Kings Cellphone
The answering machine is full
With all the calls it's nothing new
It's the same old thing
It's the sound of cellphone rings
Another problem to ignore
One more to chore
That's what friends are for
And it's the same old thing
And now your cellphone rings
The orders of the king
It always seems to be
"Oh, gotta go,
Got no time for conversation"
(So long, friend)
Always missing something
It always seems to be
"Oh, so long,
There's no room for an explanation"
(So long friend)
So long and thanks for nothing.
Now it's a timebomb in his hands
He understands,
trained by its demands
And its the same old thing
Another cellphone ring
The orders of the king
It always seems to be
"Oh, gotta go,
Got no time for conversation"
(So long, friend)
Always missing something
It always seems to be
"Oh, so long,
There's no need for an explanation"
(So long friend)
So long and thanks for nothing.
Now the alarm is set
So don't forget
To pull a rabbit from your hat
Because it's what you get
When you expect
A bit of magic, it falls flat
The moon can offer no relief
His cellphone shakes him from his sleep
It always seems to be
"Oh, gotta go,
Got no time for conversation"
(So long, friend)
Always missing something
It always seems to be
"Oh, so long,
No need for an explanation"
(So long friend)
So long and thanks for nothing.
It always seems to be
"Oh, goodbye, farewell"
(So long, friend)
Always missing something
It always seems to be
"Oh, goodbye, farewell"
(So long friend)
So long and thanks for nothing.
