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 some how 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