oh danny, boy, my i-phone it is calling,
from gwen to glen and all my friends beside,
my cell phone’s gone and my pc is dying,
'tis it, 'tis it must go along by my side.

but come you back when we are all connected,
or when mankind’s connected since their birth,
'tis i'll be there a-waiting for your signal
oh danny boy, i’ll find you somewhere on this earth.

and if you come when all the towers are falling,
and i’m offline, as well as i may be,
you'll come and find the place where i last signed in,
and swipe your card to pay my bill for me.

and i shall know, when network access is restored
and all my chats will warm and sweeter be,
if you will not fail to im that you love me,
then i simply wait off-line, until you come to me.