(is it just me, or have you had it with dudes and their f***in' cell phones)
I roam these streets like a Micro-chip
You want to catch me, hit me on the hip
Got unlimited ring tones
Internet
Texting friends I ain't ever met
Unlimited weekends and after 8
You get my voice-mail
Don't get irate
I roam these streets, cell to my ear
Thin as a razor
Crystal clear
Got 'Black-Eyed-Peas' on demand
Download movies with a touch of my hand
So get off my Dizzle
Don't give me the Shizzle
Got me a 'Friends and Family' plan
I'm a Cowboy
On a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted
Dead or Alive
I'm a Piltdown Man
With unlimited bars
Homo Connectus
Got my own Nexxus
Piltdown Man
Got the power
Find my Fossil 'neath a Cellular tower.
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