You see people with them all the time,
You walk along the street
And people are on their ‘phones
Taking no notice of what’s around them.
They don’t care who they annoy
By not looking where they are going.
That have no other life
Except on their ‘phones,
They seem to be trapped
In some sort of prison,
Is that why these ‘phones are called,
Called CELL ‘phones!