DON'T PHONE BACK    

Calm and collected on the inside
Choking on the smoke
Transcend the forgotten village
From the central phaff zone
There's an army on the outside
That can huff, puff and hack
They can taste the boiling oil
But don't you ever phone back
Don't phone back
Don't you ever, ever, ever, ever phone back
Don't you ever, ever, ever, ever phone back

Granted squatters rights
Rubber-stamped by the landlord
And his phone tree might work
If he'd just get off the 'phone
We'll ignore all the fines
All the letters on the mat
And the faxes from the mountains
But don't you ever phone back
Don't phone back
Don't you ever, ever, ever, ever phone back
Don't you ever, ever, ever, ever phone back

You can cut off the water
It was never fit to drink
You can help yourself to chattels
But leave the kitchen sink
You can take all our worldly goods
It's all hippy tat
You can disconnect the meters
But don't you ever phone back
Don't phone back
Don't you ever, ever, ever, ever phone back . . .