No More Phone


Theres a kid on the throne
Ready to drop the bombs
Cause he’s daddy’s son
And uncle wants more tombs

Just look at him, sitting in a big tree
thinks he’s a pim’, thinks he’s free
Little puppet, don’t you see the set?
Little kid on the tombs,
Do you really want to drop the bombs?

One day the bearded man came
But this time they weren’t the same
Their smile they left on the plane
And they broke the sugar cane

What was with the bearded?
Weren’t they all seated?
Little kid is all confused
But uncle know, uncle talk now

Little kid wants his mommy
But on the throne no teddy
Only responsibility
uncle’ll take care of these
Back to flower and bees

But deep within his heart
Far away from unce’s zeal
Deep deep withing his heart
All he wants is a happy meal

Little kid on the throne
Already dropped the bombs
Cause he’s daddy’s son
And uncle got more tombs

But there’s no more phone
Because of uncle’s zeal
But there’s no more phone
For you to call a happy meal