PHONES OUT OF RANGE (Dave Myers/Tune: 'Home, home on the range')
Oh give me a phone that will work when I roam In the country when I need to ring Where seldom is found any kind of a sound You'd be better with tins on a string
Chorus Phones, phones out of range In the bush where the punters all pay Where seldom is heard any kind of a word And reception is cloudy all day
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How often at night where the heavens are bright When I'm stranded by some lonely tree Have I sat there amazed and asked as I gazed Where the hell is that Telstra's 'Next G'
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Oh give me a land where the towers all stand By the roadside wherever I go Where seldom are seen any out-of-range screens And my mobile is always aglow