Round the corner by the grocery store
Stood Darling Doris thirty years or more
Never out of order, never vandalised
She had a kind of mystery that nothing could disguise
We'd queue for hours to use her phone
Savour times with her alone
Artists came to draw
Reporters came to write
As Doris stood there proudly
That beacon of the night
But now they've taken my Darling Doris away
Yeah they've taken my Darling Doris away
Although in recent years we've all had a phone
We found we didn't want to use our own
We were full of longing, we began to pine
To walk on down to Doris and wait patiently in line
A cafe was built to feed the queues
They called it D.D. and it made the news
Local businesses sprung up on the side
As Doris stood there proudly
That beacon of the night
But now they've taken my Darling Doris away
Yeah they've taken my Darling Doris away
In the summertime of Eighty-Six
There came a rumour of Telecom's tricks
Doris was to go, they had to modernise
A new and better service promised
What a load of lies
Protests grew across the nation
Organised ma** demonstrations
Though we signed petitions
Grown men even cried
Telecom ignored us
How democracy has died
But now they've taken my Darling Doris away
Yeah they've taken my Darling Doris away
Round the corner by the grocery store
There stands a phone box now without a door
Often out of order, often vandalised
It has no sense of dignity, attraction to the eyes
The cafe has closed, the queues have gone
The locals wonder what went wrong
No one comes to draw, no one comes to write
They talk of Darling Doris
That Beacon of the night
But now they've taken my Darling Doris away
Yeah they've taken my Darling Doris away
How can I forgive them?