Hold of You

This pencil's got a nice feel to it,
it never runs out of lead,
and it looks like others in our hands,
it writes crazy things instead.
Can make a list, or describe a thought,
can draw a line, a 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.
The bedroom was a telephone,
it was screwed on to the wall.
There were other phones in other rooms,
but on this you would call.
The receiever had a curly call
that would stretch on out the door.
Now I keep one in my pants pocket,
who could ask for anything more?
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.
And the great communicator,
can park accross the yard.
I'm such a bad enunciator
understanding is hard.
Cause it cannot get a hold of you,
it cannot get a hold of you.
Now the pencil's dull and the keyboards broke,
and the batteries are dead,
but somehow you still figure out
what's exactly in my head.
But something's got a hold of you
something's got a hold of you
like something's got a hold of you
like something's got a hold of you
like something's got a hold of you
like something's got a hold of you
like something's got a hold of you
like something's...