Blind man beggin' for a little crust of bread
Rich lady wonderin' what the undertaker said
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Hey, hey hey, hey, hey
Mother nature's lookin' for the hands of father time
He's got 'em reachin' for the girl in number nine
She's readin' horoscopes lookin' for a sign
Waitin' for the train that'll take her down the line
Hey, hey hey, hey, hey
Cell phones ringin' in the middle of the street
History's tellin' stories that a sailor won't repeat
Believers and infidels are fighting in the heat
While bodies of the innocent are covered with a sheet
Hey, hey hey, hey, hey
I said hey,hey, hey, hey, hey
Everybody's lookin' for what they cannot find
I'm down here on Bleeker Street tryin' to read your mind
Hey, hey hey, hey, hey
Santa Claus and Robinhood are doin' what they can
To feed the poor and soak the rich and help their fellow man
While senators and congressmen are workin' on a plan
To get some more vacation time to get a deeper tan
Hey hey, hey, hey
Sheena's in the jungle tryin' hard to keep it real
The doctor's in the ale house tryin' to cop a feel
The count of Monte Christo wants to make another deal
And Dracula's in the kitchen and he's lookin' for a meal
Hey, hey hey, hey, hey I said hey hey, hey, hey
Everybody's lookin' for what they cannot find
I'm down here on Bleeker Street tryin' to read your mind
Hey, hey
Aristotle's ridin' on a ferryboat to Mars
While Juliet is creepin' through the closets of the stars
Romeo is on the run smoking' blue cigars
Puttin' cocoa butter on to cover up the scars
Maggie May and Captain Hook are walkin' down the aisle
As the president saunters in astride a crocodile
The Ayatolah swears he is not a pedophile
And the Right of Man don't mean a damn here in the age of style
Hey, hey hey, hey, hey
I said hey hey, hey hey
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
(Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead)
Hello?
(Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead)
Hello?
(Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead)
Is anybody there?
(Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead)
Hello?
I said hey hey, hey, hey, hey
I said hey hey, hey, hey, hey
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
(Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead)
(Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead)
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