Text-messaging mama, she don't treat me nice;
If there's any love in her, it belongs to that hand-held device.
I get tweets and I get twitters, I don't get no twat;
Mean old world, electromagnetic jive is all we got.
She used to be hot when she was body, soul, and bone;
Now ain't nothing there, just i-pod, i-slate, and i-phone.
Text-messaging mama, got a cell phone in each hand;
All she craves is that texting action, she don't want no man.
Text messaging mama, your fingers move so fast;
Why don't you give them fingers a rest, while I send a text to your ass.
released May 2, 2013
Vocals, piano - Austin Thomas
Guitars, bass - Homer Henderson
Drums - Nico Leophonte
Recorded and Mixed by Nico Leophonte in Austin, TX.
Lyrics Copyright (c) by Nick Tosches, Inc.
Music Copyright (c) by Austin Brookner
Published by Veltro Music (BMI) 2011.
For more information please visit: www.austinbrookner.com
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