Yangyang holds on to a giant phone   Yangyang's soft voice goes on and on   I hate you, I hate you, where did it go wrong?   Yangyang goes talking to himself on the phone      Yangyang sends his men pebbles and stones   Yangyang rips his women down to the bones   I own you, I own you, so give us a song   Yangyang goes talking to his world on the phone      Yangyang's born with a phone cord round his neck   Yangyang never fails to stick to his kick   I want you, I want you, you're making me sick   But Yangyang, the chords never long enough   To reach your mommys trick      Yangyang Yang Yangyang   Yangyang Yang Yangyang   Yangyang, snap out   Give up, cut out   Tune up and join us   Join the revolution   Join the revolution      No kick is good enough for lifetime substitution   No brick will give you a lifetime consolation      And whether you like it or not   You're a part of the transition   And whether you dig it or not   We outnumber you in population      And leave your private institution   Get down to real communication   Leave your scene of destruction   And join us in revolution      Yangyang Yang Yangyang   Yangyang Yang Yangyang   Yangyang, wake up   Snap out, give up   Come out and join us   Join the revolution   Join the revolution