_Your mobile phone
It’s ringing; it’s ringing your mobile phone
Why don’t you answer the bluddy thing.
It’s cheap and nasty, your mobile phone
It ain’t no Nokia, it’s just a clone
It’s loud and tinny and won’t stop ringing
Might be fun for you, but we’re not grinning
You’re whingeing on that mobile phone
Hey you’re on the train, you’re not alone
We don’t wanna know about that fight you’ve had
About your slut of a mum … or your drunken dad
It’s ringing; it’s ringing your mobile phone
Why don’t you answer the bluddy thing.
You’re fiddling and fiddling with that mobile phone
Testing the multi functions, all 20 ring tones!
You laugh and giggle with each one you try
While your fellow commuters are about to cry
You’ve been taking photos with that mobile phone
And you show them to us - we universally groan
You use the screen reflection to fix your hair
Another hour to go, gawd, we’re in despair!
It’s ringing; it’s ringing your mobile phone
Why don’t you answer the bluddy thing.
You’re playing games on your mobile phone
Zapping demons and androgynous drones
All whizzing and whirring and beeping and bells
Accompanied by your whoops and yells
You play crappy music on your mobile phone
You don’t care about us, you’re in your zone
Worst of all you start to loudly sing along
Hey, you ain’t got rhythm - and the words are wrong!
It’s muffled now, your mobile phone
We can hardly hear the ringing, now it’s gone
We all owe a favour to that bloke in first class
Who finally snapped and shoved it up your arse!
© eoin macdhugail November 2009
It’s ringing; it’s ringing your mobile phone
Why don’t you answer the bluddy thing.
It’s cheap and nasty, your mobile phone
It ain’t no Nokia, it’s just a clone
It’s loud and tinny and won’t stop ringing
Might be fun for you, but we’re not grinning
You’re whingeing on that mobile phone
Hey you’re on the train, you’re not alone
We don’t wanna know about that fight you’ve had
About your slut of a mum … or your drunken dad
It’s ringing; it’s ringing your mobile phone
Why don’t you answer the bluddy thing.
You’re fiddling and fiddling with that mobile phone
Testing the multi functions, all 20 ring tones!
You laugh and giggle with each one you try
While your fellow commuters are about to cry
You’ve been taking photos with that mobile phone
And you show them to us - we universally groan
You use the screen reflection to fix your hair
Another hour to go, gawd, we’re in despair!
It’s ringing; it’s ringing your mobile phone
Why don’t you answer the bluddy thing.
You’re playing games on your mobile phone
Zapping demons and androgynous drones
All whizzing and whirring and beeping and bells
Accompanied by your whoops and yells
You play crappy music on your mobile phone
You don’t care about us, you’re in your zone
Worst of all you start to loudly sing along
Hey, you ain’t got rhythm - and the words are wrong!
It’s muffled now, your mobile phone
We can hardly hear the ringing, now it’s gone
We all owe a favour to that bloke in first class
Who finally snapped and shoved it up your arse!
© eoin macdhugail November 2009
