Oh what a feeling when you're up all night   Get home to see that in the morning light   Whether it's cold out there's no doubt   Love being taxed by you      Looks like a piece of junk till it gets turned on   So good at getting to anywhere you want   Even if one time it's one line   Love being faxed by you      I despise the telephone when it goes and I am home   I just say I'm out   Anyone whose mobile rings on a train that I am in   I just scream and shout   Let there be no doubt   Give their ears a clout      Night time's the right time in the U.S.A.   There only starting up as you end your day   Whether it's New York an old Cork   Love being faxed by you      I despise the telephone when it goes and I am home   I pretend I'm out   Anyone whose mobile rings on a train I'm sitting in   I just scream and shout   Let there be no doubt   Give their ears a clout      Oh for the fun of it when you're on your own   Oh for the joy it gives as you head for home   Maybe I'm crazy but lately   Love being taxed by you   After a hard day I must say   Love being faxed by you      And I don't know what I'd do now without it   And I don't know how without I'd live   Would that I did   And I don't care if it runs out of paper   I don't mind if at time it's a mess   It's still the best