I know a man who's all alone, all alone, all alone.
Talking to no one on his phone.
Please stop bringing me down.
Trapped by a mouthpiece on repeat, on repeat, on repeat.
Desperate for someone else to greet.
Please stop making this sound.
It's getting harder every minute, every hour, every day
To find a few more nowhere things to say.
And ranting is your life,
Drenched in verbal delight.
I'm the victim of your dictum,
and i'm tired of being polite.
Another question on it's way, not today, my dismay.
Chinwagging windbags got no shame.
He keeps on stressing me out.
It's getting harder every minute, every hour, every day
To find a few more nowhere things to say.
And ranting is your life,
Drenched in verbal delight.
I'm the victim of your dictum,
and i'm tired of being polite.
You know the man who's all alone, all alone, all alone.
Talking to no one on his phone.
Please stop bringing me down.
Please stop bringing me down.
Please stop bringing me down.