The Telephone

Ring and ding and ding and ring

The telephone still rings

I reach across and shut it off

The telephone still rings

I grab my bike and speed away

The wind caught in my hair

The cops they race across the road

I don't think I really care

I make across the winding path

The telephone still rings

I fly across the barren fields

Doing all the things

Ring and ding and ding and ring

The telephone still rings

I reach across and toss it off

The telephone still rings

Chatter, clatter, sing and tatter

They don't have to pick my bone

Yammer, stammer, kill and hammer

Just pick up the screaming phone