Mobile Phoney

Dedicated to all the people who either gaze into the phone or it is permanantly stuck to their ear Life is the same game, remorse, regrets and shame Sick of the pain, the rain and the late train Listening to the politicians with their same spiel Turn off the TV, the radio, for a while Listen to something new with a swing A saturated robin in the wet garden, boy he can sing The wind whistling through the air Try taking a selfie of that to share On your mobile phony The sun breaking through warm rays Those were the days When people spoke face to face, oral communication Before texting and messaging over ran the nation So you have 8,000 facebook mates Know them well do you, their birthdays and the dates I can tell you one thing our kid You don't really know Pancho Suarez from Madrid He is a million miles and more away Although you spoke to him today Hell that's ok He is only a phone call or a text message away If you use your mobile phoney.