Call My Phone by Rich Baker
Would you mind calling me?
I can’t find my phone you see.
When you call it I’ll know its location
Which will end my frustration
I lose my phone a lot I know
I just don’t know where it goes
It’s like it has legs and walks away
When that happens you’ll hear me say:
(Chorus)
Please call my phone!
Please call me now
I listen to the ring
And that will bring
Me closer to the phone.
I really hope I didn’t leave it on vibrate
If I did that would make me irate
If it didn’t make any sound
How would I ever get around?
(Chorus)
Please call my phone!
I wish you could call other things
Like when I lose my keys
Or my wallet, shoes, or my integrity
My phone’s the only object I can lose and it be okay
(Bridge)
I must find the phone soon
Life without my phone makes no sense
How will I text or call or check my email?
My apps won’t access themselves…Unless they make an app for that
What will I do if I can’t text while I walk?
I can’t check it during conversations. I’ll have to listen to people when they talk.
I won’t know the weather or sports scores.
Cell phones own us. They’re the pimps and we’re the whores
(Chorus)
Please call my phone
What’s my number? I don’t know.
That information is found in my phone
I feel like a dog without his bone
Or an ice cream without the cone
A banker without a loan
Rivers without a Joan
A garden without a gnome
Even E.T. needed to phone home.
So, somebody, please call my phone
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Sunday, January 24, 2010
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