Lyrics

CELL PHONE BLUES

Cell phone rings - might be a booty call
No way Jose - just another false alarm
How can this be - that woman got the best of me
She takes the cake - and everything from A to Z

Her electromagnetic anatomy - short circuits my head
And stings just like a bee
That angel face sure can light up the sky
Just one look there'll be no question why

From a sky full of new moons - the light shone across the sea
A bottle of red wine, the beach and you and me
Blackbirds in a tree, sing sweet harmony
Whirling sparks fly endlessly - feet in the sand, head in the stars to infinity

Cell phone rings this time it's baby doll
Hallelujah! Yes! - here's that booty call