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Texty: Zap Mama. Seven. Téléphone.


What is it that?s making people run all over the planet

While for some folks it?s a big deal just getting water to quench their thirst

There are those who deal like pros
While the losers and the drunks look for the
Right number of their woes

I?m the telephone bug and I listen to all of you
If you need to make an urgent call

That?s where I come in, on the ball
I know nobody likes me
But no worry, I take it lightly

Hello 1-800?
Who am I without a TV?

Hello? Single man trying to contact............and
Have some hot conversation

This strange device, no way to pass it by
Even if the price you?ll have to pay is pretty high

Reduced rate, magnetic international, fixed or mobile,

Everything is digital but there?s no touch after the tone

Nowadays to make love we do it by telephone

We?ve become the fools of what we consume.