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
It can make a list or describe a thought
It 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
It 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
He can bark across the yard
I'm such a bad annunciator
Understanding me is hard
'Cause I cannot get a hold of you
I 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 a hold of you