Death Of The Phone Call

One, two
One, two, three, four

Hello, I'm a swordfish
I lost my phone
Through the sunflower fields
It becomes a mushroom

One knows that mushrooms
Are useless, they're not good
If you feel like calling
The best of all swordfish
Ooh

Hello, I'm a swordfish
I lost my phone
Through the sunflower fields
It becomes a mushroom

I worry about everyone
Every boy and every swordfish
Who can't enjoy
The joy of a phone call
Ooh