My fingers got blown off today,
Now, my banjo I clearly can't play,
I blame my cell phone,
Which was explosion prone,
Because of hot apps downloaded in May.
My robot-butler gave me such a scare, I fired him and I thought he wouldn't care But on my brand-new cell phone, He called up a drone, Then I got dive-bombed from up in the air.
My fingers got blown off today,
Now, my banjo I clearly can't play,
I blame my cell phone,
Which was explosion prone,
Because, of hot apps downloaded in May.