I hear the ringing of the telephone

No one's home and none of you can reach me

I'm alone and I feel fine

There's nothing anyone can sell to me

Nothing new, none of you can teach me

But I'm sure that you will try



I'm tired of living in the modern world

With pretty boys and plastic girls

Broken hearts, vanities that disease



I hear my music on the radio

What's that song from long ago they're still playing

Is it saying anything to you

Pretty people in the magazines

Play the part of kings and queens

Hair and make-up can cover up the ugly truth.



I'm tired of living in the modern world

With pretty boys and plastic girls

Broken hearts, vanities that disease

It really doesn't mean a thing to me

It really doesn't mean a thing to me



I'm tired of living in the modern world

With pretty boys and plastic girls

Broken hearts, vanities that disease



I hear the ringing of the telephone

No one's home and none of you can reach me

I'm alone and I feel fine



I'm tired of living in the modern world

With pretty boys and plastic girls

Broken hearts, vanities that disease

It really doesn't mean a thing to me

It really doesn't mean a thing to me

It really doesn't mean a thing to me