To the tune of – Do wa diddy diddy
There she was just walking down the street
Thumbing text twitter, twitter text, text twitter tweet
Then, phone to ear like a clamp – pad on a bleed
Thumbing etc
She looked good, she looked the same
As information straffed her brain.
Before I knew, she was twittering to me
Thumbing etc
I hate my hips, I need botox in my lips
Thumbing etc
She looked mad, she looked sad,
Underneath she’s not so bad
Sometime later I saw her in the street
Twitching, jerk jitter, jitter jerk, with fidget flitter feet.
As desperate as a lamb upon an empty teat
Mumbling text twitter, twitter text, a flapping sort of beat
Hands free, ear grown
All the way around her phone.
Oh, Oh, I’ve seen the new breed
An ad-man’s puppet on information speed
I want a free range woman with a free range mind
Living with the rhythms of the natural kind.
Not a battery-house chick – like a fashion house stick
Crying, text twitter, twitter text, twitter, twitter, tweet
But earthy – sexy
Natural – friendly.