It's The Phone Lyrics - Defying Gravity - Wheeler Cheryl

It's the phone, get the phone, there's a phone call 

Fish it out, press the talk button right now 

Anytime, anywhere there's a phone call 

We will answer and start talking real loud 

In their odes to Joy and Jesus, do you think they once foresaw 

Their pieces in our wireless devices 

All across the planet? Blah blah, blah blah, blah. 

Ah, the strains of music all around 

Short little beeps cut through the din 

I've come to love that Motorola sound 

Not harpsichord or violin 

I know Ludwig would be so proud 

That "Fur Elise" could beep so loud 

Rossini too and Brahms and Bach 

And Mozart and Rachmaninoff inoff, enough. 

Hold the fries, keep your eyes on the road somehow 

Pretty awkward to talk on the phone right now 

To the whims if the Cell Tower Gods I bow 

And I hope the local laws allow. 

It's so crowded, you're so loud it's some deaf guy you're talking to 

All of us on this Hertz bus attempt to turn our backs to you 

You're impinging, see us cringing, dirty looks aimed at your head 

Not proud of it but I admit I wish your battery was dead...