Farewell, typewriter
Now youve gone away
Overdramatic and underfed
To visions unheard of in any bed
I checked my mailbox, but you werent inside
Would calling be trouble? I bet it would be
Please greet the angel with courtesy

Full color pictures of a black and white world
A slow dissolve as a new scenes unfurled

Im tired, so tired my jaw wont move
Never providing a method to prove
That we love typewriter
More than shell know
Searching through cupboards to reprobate
The evil bestowed her when she was eight

No dollar signs in her asterisk face
Now just a hyphen, and I cant replace

Farewell, typewriter
I love typewriter
More than hell know
Oooh, oooh

Who said that being in one place was dull?
I never answered when my arms were full

Im never competing with history again
Im never to write on typewriter, my friend