HP’s ‘Phone that’s to blame’
(Sung to the tune of “Home on the Range”)
(Click play to hear the song) Oh, find me that phone where the dirty rat drones
Where the ear of the journalist lay
Where always is heard some director’s sly word
And our lies are blabbed boldly all day Phone, phone that’s to blame
Where the ear of the journalist lay
Where always is heard some director’s sly word
And our lies are blabbed boldly all day How Patty was right, we need PIs and bright
Never mind about going too far
Just have them all tailed, and bug their e-mail
Our lawyers have not passed the bar Phone, phone that’s to blame
Where the ear of the journalist lay
Where always is heard some director’s sly word
And our lies are blabbed boldly all day It wasn’t our plan, but it’s all hit the fan
Now the feds they be starting to scream
Where it all goes from here, we’re beginning to fear
If only it were all a dream Hell yes we’d exchange that old phone that’s to blame
Where the ear of the journalist lay
If only we could, we would swear to be good
But instead we’re all going away
