They've got flashers
They've got ringtones
And no service for Tracphone
They've got links
And walkie-talkies
So do truckers from Milwakee
And when you've got one you'll never get left alone
Ring ring ring, ring, ring, I hate cell phones

They've got faceplates
They've got rate plans
They've even got some for race fans
They've got email
They've got cameras
Wireless web and text messages
Why would you need all of that stuff away from home
Ring ring ring, ring, ring, I hate cell phones

I hate cell phones
They bring out the rage
Paying cancellation fees
Puts a big frown on my face
I still don't know
Why it stays on Roam
Ring ring ring, ring, ring, I hate cell phones

They've got pagers
And they've got belt clips
You ain't too important to miss
And there's contracts
They cause big wrecks
And now those things are getting way too high tech
And when "Can you hear me now" is said I moan
Ring ring ring, ring, ring, I hate cell phones
(let it ring)

I like my job (I like my job)
And I like my girlfriend (I like my girlfriend)
But when she calls me ten times a day
I'll just lose it now and then

Cause I hate cell phones
They bring out the rage
When I hear that polyphonic sound
It puts that frown back on my face
Can't call my home
Cause it's still on Roam
Ring ring ring, ring, ring, I hate cell phones
Ring ring ring, ring, ring, I really hate those cell phones