Cheryl Wheeler - It's The Phone lyrics

It's the phone, get the phone, there's a phone call Fish it out, press the talk bu*ton 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