This pencil's got a nice feel to it
It never runs out of lead
And it looks like others in our hands
But it writes crazy things instead

It can make a list or describe a thought
It can draw a line or note
But it can't make you respond to this
Testimony that I wrote

'Cause it cannot get a hold of you
It cannot get a hold of you
It cannot get a hold of you
It cannot get a hold of you

In the bedroom was a telephone
It was screwed onto the wall
There were other phones in other rooms
But on this one you would call
The receiver had a curly cord
That would stretch on out the door
Now I keep one in my pants pocket
Who could ask for anything more

It cannot get a hold of you
It cannot get a hold of you
It cannot get a hold of you

Like the great communicator
He can bark across the yard
I'm such a bad enunciator
Understanding me is hard

I cannot get a hold of you
I cannot get a hold of you

Now the pencils dull
And the keyboards broke
And the batteries are dead
But some how you still figure out
What's exactly in my head

Like something got a hold of you
Like something got a hold of you
Like something got a hold of you
Like something got a hold of you

Like something got a hold of you
Like something got a hold of you
Like something got a hold of you
Like something got a hold of you