Lyrics:

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 or 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
Cannot get a hold of you

In the bedroom was a telephone
It was screwed onto the wall
There were other phones in other rooms
But on this one you would call

The receiver had a curly cord
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

Like the great communicator
Can bark across the yard
I'm such a bad enunciator
Understanding is hard

Cannot get a hold of you
Cannot get a hold of you

Now the pencil's dull and the keyboard's broke
And the batteries are dead
But somehow you still figure out
What's exactly in my head

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 got a hold of you
Like something's got a hold of you
Like something's got