The thing is though (I’m sure you know) at home I’d rather stay
Visiting museums its amazing what we learn
But they are not iPhones so museums I must spurn
The songs we sing in church each week to the holy lord
Are prelude to the phone (that’s right) which is my true reward
And before I go to sleep I cannot brush my teeth enough to rid me of the yen
To fiddle with an iPhone no I cannot sleep til then
So parents if you love me (and I know you do okay?!)
Just hand over the iPhone so I can play and play and play
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