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23 lines
1.3 KiB
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Listen to the words of the Phone Goddess, who in days of old was
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called Mama Cass, Ma Barker, Moms Mabley, the last of the Red Hot
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Mamas, and by many other names not mentionable in mixed company.
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Whenever you have need to make a call, preferably long distance,
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and better it be when the rates are high, then shall ye assemble your
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funds in some convenient place to pay me, who am Queen of all Highway
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Robbery. These ye shall assemble, ye who are fain to bankruptcy yet
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have not sent me all your earnings. To these shall I send bills as are
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yet unheard of. Ye shall be free from bank accounts, as as a sign that
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ye be truly free ye shall be naked from my rates. And ye shall sing,
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talk, shout, trade gossip and love, all at your own expense. Let your
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fingers do the walking through my yellow pages. Let none stop you or
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turn you aside, just call information. For mine is the dial tone that
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opens upon the busy signal of life, which is the princess phone of
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immorality. Mine is the poverty of the masses, and call now, pay
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later. For my law is profit before people. Today I give knowlege of
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facts you do not wish to have, and tommorrow calls that will sell you
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things you do not wish to own. For behold, I demand everything in
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sacrifice. I am the next best thing to being there, and my bills are
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sent out upon the earth. (- Magenta G. and Steve P-C, 1982)
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