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Di da di da
I hate cellphones

I just wanna scream
When I hear ther tones

Di di da di da
I swear I'm gonna break'em

When I hear them ringing
It chills me to the bones

I went to dinner
Just the other night

I was spreading butter on a roll
When I got a fright

The decor was classy
And so was the food

But That cell phone person
He was just plain rude

It rang six times til he aswered it
People looked around to find the culprit

Then he talked through
Soup, entree and dessert

And his girl sat smiling
But she thought he was jerk

Di da di da
I hate cellphones

I just wanna scream
When I hear ther tones

Di di da di da

I swear I'm gonna break'em

When I hear them ringing
It chills me to the bones

Walking, running
Driving, eating,

Jogging, dancing
While on your phone

Walking, running
Driving, eating,

Jogging, dancing,
You all look like clones

I hit up that girl
And we went on a date

So far so good
Everithing was going great

I had ger attention
Was telling a story

Then I heard her phone ring
And it got gory

She stopped me midsentence
Entranced with her phone

While she talked to some guy
I was all alone

While she was chattin'
I looked into her eyes

And then I realized
She was not a prize

Di di da di da

I hate cellphones

I just wanna scream
When hear their tones

Di di da di da
I swear I'm gonna break'em

When I hear them ringing
It chills me to the bones

Even when you use it
When you should

The reception's never good

No one can hear a thing you say
But you got a big bill to pay

When they answer you
You can never hear

But you still buy one
Out of fear

... wouldn't want to be different
Di di da di da

I hate cellphones

I just wanna scream
When I hear ther tones
Di di da di da
I swear I'm gonna break'em

When I hear them ringing
It chills me to the bones

Di di da di da
I hate cellphones

I just wanna scream when I hear their tones

Di di da di da
I swear I'm gonna break'em

When I hear them ringing
It chills me to the bones

Then on sunday matinee
I got a good seat

My friends had all told me
That this movie'd be hard to beat

I heard a conversation
Not part of the scene

I wanted to yell out cuss words
But I'm not really mean

Some guy was blabbing
The dude nex to me

I stared at him
Incredulously

Then I had an epiphany
This was my final trial

I grabbed his phone
And trew it in the aisle

DI DI DI DI DI DI
Di di da di da
I hate cellphones

I just wanna scream
When I hear their tones

Di da di da
I swear I'm gonna break'em

When I hear them ringing
It chills me to the bones

Di di da di da
I hate cellphones

I just wanna scream
When I hear their tones

Di di da di da
I swear I'm gonna break'em

When I hear them ringing
It chills me to the bones
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