1932 TELEGRAM DISASTER Songtext
von Whitey

It was a boring afternoon in summer 1932
When everybody in the world had nothing much they had to do
So with a paper and a pen they worked
Out the words that they would send
And sent a boy to send the world a telegram
Well normally this worked out fine
They sent out words along the line
But they had never had to send this many messages before
The operators cursed and swore
The printing presses smoked and roared
And they ran out of delivery boys so they had to hire more
They telegrammed to prove that someone loved them
They telegrammed to say that no one cared
They telegrammed to say that they had nothing much to say
They telegrammed to prove that they were there
They telegrammed to say the sun went down before their eyes
And they telegrammed to say the sun came back
They telegrammed to hope they′d be remembered
Sending all the world their telegrams
Telegram to hope you'll be remembered


Sending all the world your telegrams
More and more and more and more words
More and more and more and more words
More and more and more and more words
More and more and more and more words
I can′t think of nothing to say
And yet I say it anyway
I think I got nothing to say
I can't think of nothing to say
And yet I say it anyway
I think I got nothing to say
I can't think of nothing to say
And yet I say it anyway
I think I got nothing to say
And I got nothing to say
And I got nothing to say
And I got nothing to say
And I got nothing to say
If I speak, if I speak
I′m told that I′m alive
If I speak, if I speak
I'm told that I′m alive
If I speak, if I speak
I'm told that I′m alive
If I speak, if I speak
I'm told that I′m alive
I'm alive, I'm alive, I′m alive, I′m alive
I'm alive, I′m alive, I'm alive, I′m alive
I'm alive, I′m alive, I'm alive, I'm alive
I′m alive, I′m alive, I'm alive, I′m alive
Soon the streets were full of telegram delivery boys
And the marching of their feet shook everyone out of their sleep
The telegrams kept coming like a blizzard of white leaves
Piling up around them whilst they read
And the social etiquette demanded everyone was read
And replied to in his turn so everything began again
And the only way to guarantee so many letters back
Was give everyone a uniform and a delivery boys sack
They telegrammed to prove that someone loved them
They telegrammed to say that no one cared
They telegrammed to say that they had nothing much to say
They telegrammed to prove that they were there
They telegrammed to say the sun went down before their eyes
And they telegrammed to say the sun came back
They telegrammed to hope they'd be remembered
Sending all the world their telegrams
Telegram to hope you′ll be remembered
Sending all the world your telegrams
Telegram to hope you'll be remembered
Sending all the world your telegrams