Lyrics:

Well she ain't got no cell phone
You got to call her when she's home
All of her clocks have got hands
Now don't try to e-mail her
You've got to snail mail her
You got to take pen in hand

Ones and zeros, zeros and ones
Shell have none of that virtual fun
She's a real deal old fashioned analog girl
In a digital world

Now she gets on line out in the backyard
Hanging up her old blue jeans
She's got all of the memory she can live with
She really hates drum machines


Out in the garden she's got a website
It sparkles in the morning dew
Got a mouse in her pocket
She's got spam in a can
What's an analog girl to do