Oh, my mother's in my pocket and she'll never go away
She tells me that I have to keep my mobile on each day
And where you going, what you doing,'s all she'll ever say
Now my mother's in my pocket and she'll never go away

Now my wife is in my pocket and she'll never go away
She tells me that I have to keep my mobile on each day
And where you going, who you seeing,'s all she'll ever say
Now my wife is in my pocket and she'll never go away

See us on the street, the train
See our faces etched with strain
Not a minute of our own
Lives lived on a mobile phone

Now my boss is in my pocket and he'll never go away
He tells me that I have to keep my mobile on each day
And where you going, how's the selling,'s all he'll ever say
Now my boss is in my pocket and he'll never go away

See us on etc

Soon I'll empty all my pockets and I'll throw them all away
These gadgets and these gizmos that have taken all my day
And where I'm going,what I'm doing, only I will say
When I empty all my pockets, and I throw them all away
Someday,
Someday
One day
Harvey Andrews. Haska Music