Information technologies, please hold. *click* I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel...There's a voice in my head that drives my heel...
It's my baby callin', says I need you here...
And it's half past four and I'm shifting gear...When she's lonely and the longing gets too much...
She sends a cable comin' in from above...We don't need no phone at all...We've got a thing that's called...
*click* Sorry for the wait. How may I help you?
Um, can you switch me back to the hold music. We were right at the good part of Radar Love.
