Lyrics:

While you were out
Spreading the gospels
According to whatever you believed in
At the time
Her Majesty's axeman cameth
And closed the hospital
The birthplace of our bonny baby Brian
Yesterday they took away our bus stop
Today they'll try and take our happy home
Tomorrow I'll be burnt as a witch
For playing punk rock
You picked a fine time to leave me
On my own

I know that what you don't know
Doesn't hurt you
And the only time you get homesick's
When you get home
While you were out
Our whole future was in doubt
You better get your finger out
And phone

Please phone
Please phone

While joyriders filmed by sky
Rant and rave and drink and drive
Homicidal passers-by
Leave unattended bags
Outside our home
While you were out
Our whole future was in doubt
You better get your finger out
And phone!

Phone
Phone
Phone

It's simple
Lift the receiver
Listen for a dialing tone
When you hear that dialing tone
Pick a number, any number
MY NUMBER, dial that number!
SPEAK TO ME!
SPEAK TO ME!
SPEAK TO ME!
SPEAK TO ME!

Please phone
Please phone
Please phone
Pleeeeeeeeeease phone