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
 It can make a list or describe a thought
 It can draw a line or 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
 In the bedroom was a telephone
 It was screwed onto the wall
 There were other phones in other rooms
 But on this one you would call
 The receiver had a curly cord
 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
 Like the great communicator
 He can bark across the yard
 I'm such a bad annunciator
 Understanding me is hard
 'Cause I cannot get a hold of you
 I cannot get a hold of you
 Now the pencil's dull and the keyboard's broke
 And the batteries are dead
 But somehow, you still figure out
 What's exactly in my head
 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 got a hold of you
 Like something's got a hold of you
 Like something's got a hold of you