A Hold Of You

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.

Can make a list, or describe a thought,

Can draw a line, a 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.

The bedroom was a telephone,

It was screwed on to the wall.

There were other phones in other rooms,

But on this you would call.

The receiver had a curly call

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.

And the great communicator,

Can park across the yard.

I'm such a bad enunciator

Understanding is hard.

Cause it cannot get a hold of you,

It cannot get a hold of you.

Now the pencil's dull and the keyboards broke,

And the batteries are dead,

But somehow you still figure out

What's exactly in my head.

But something's got a hold of you

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