THE POCKET SONG


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
Oh 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
Oh 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
Where you going, how's the selling's all he'll ever say
Oh my boss is in my pocket and he'll never go away

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