Oh what a feeling when you're up all night

Get home to see that in the morning light

Whether it's cold out there's no doubt

Love being taxed by you



Looks like a piece of junk till it gets turned on

So good at getting to anywhere you want

Even if one time it's one line

Love being faxed by you



I despise the telephone when it goes and i am home

I just say i'm out

Anyone whose mobile rings on a train that i am in

I just scream and shout

Let there be no doubt

Give their ears a clout



Night time's the right time in the u.s.a.

There only starting up as you end your day

Whether it's new york an old cork

Love being faxed by you



I despise the telephone when it goes and i am home

I pretend i'm out

Anyone whose mobile rings on a train i'm sitting in

I just scream and shout

Let there be no doubt

Give their ears a clout



Oh for the fun of it when you're on your own

Oh for the joy it gives as you head for home

Maybe i'm crazy but lately

Love being taxed by you

After a hard day i must say

Love being faxed by you



And i don't know what i'd do now without it

And i don't know how without i'd live

Would that i did

And i don't care if it runs out of paper

I don't mind if at time it's a mess

It's still the best


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