I carry my phone all the time
I might get an important call
Good news will make me feel so fine
I welcome all, well, almost all
When I was home, bored and alone
So I was glad someone called me
Was that some good friend on the phone?
Some callers I don't understand
Don't know my name, sex, where I am
They ask me questions in Chinese
No friend, it's just another scam
They want to sell me things for stairs
When I live in a bungalow
Or sell me pet food, I've no pets
I really think they ought to know
A voice I know - why, it's my son!
I am so pleased that I am wanted
How lovely, kind of him to call
He does not take me for granted
How glad I am when my son calls
First checks if I am welĺ or ill
He'll help me, if I pay his bill
Last, urgently, Mum, write your will.
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