Back then, long time ago, the phone would ring
wake me from my daze.
We talk all day and into night.
(Gab!)
Long time ago, when we would gab.
(Gab!)
The Bell System was all we had.

Excesses on our bill, it wasn't light.
Casualties at bank.
Still we went and talked and talked.
(Gab!)
Long time ago, when we would gab.
(Gab!)
The telephone, it was our only love.

And while you're on the phone
I'm the only one you'll explain to.
But you're mo-better wise:
You said technology runs away.

Tech runs away...

Tech runs away...

The Microsoft has magnified the chips.
Internet has come.
Still we have our phones of cell!
(Gab!)
Long time last night, when we would gab!
(Gab!)
Although we send e-mails on our Big Blue
(Gab!)
Long time last night, when we would gab!
(Gab!)
Though I still failed to send a text to you!
(Gab!)

(Gab!)
And you really are on hold for me!
(Gab!)
Long time last night, when we would gab!

(sounds of cell-phones ringing replaces Ravi Shankar's sitar fadeout)