Two feet on the floor
The torturous ring of the phone
Dressing gown on, slippers and more
The torturous ring of the phone

With aching limbs you walk
The torturous ring of the phone
With antisocialism, tempted not to talk
The torturous ring of the phone

Saying “Hello.” It sounds like your dead
The torturous ring of the phone
With the earpiece to the side of your head
The torturous ring of the phone

Midday comes with your lunch on the boil
The torturous ring of the phone
Hearing the sound, put your head in the soil
The torturous ring of the phone

With the food on your plate
The torturous ring of the phone
Left with the item you most hate
The torturous ring of the phone

The day, it passes
The torturous ring of the phone
Settle down, take off your glasses
The torturous ring of the phone

You’re sick, You’re peeved off
The torturous ring of the phone
The phone unplugged. Mobile turned off
No more torturous ring of the phone.