When you're driving on the highway,
In your car and all alone,
Oh what a comfort it must be
To have your little phone.
You can hold it with your right hand
Against your eager ear
And listen to your heart's content
While you use your left to steer.
How nice it is to just converse,
To have your little chat,
While weaving through the traffic
Like Hell's proverbial bat.
Or maybe this is business?
A deal that just can't wait?
An urgent message to your spouse
That you'll be a little late?
How terribly important
Your busy little life must be.
But when you're out in traffic
And you're anywhere near me
Take your telephone and put it
In a place dark and confined
And keep both hands on the wheel, please.
That is, if you don't mind!