Yang yang holds on to a giant phone
Yang yangs 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

Yang yang sends his men pebbles and stones
Yang yang 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

Yang yangs born with a phone cord round his neck
Yang yang never fails to stick to his kick
I want you, I want you
You're making me sick
But yangyang, the cord's never long enough
To reach your mommys trick

Yang yang yang yang yang
Yang yang yang yang yang
Yang yang, snap out
Give up, cut out
Tune up and join us
Join the revolution
Join the revolution

No kick is good enough for life-long substitution
No brick will give you a lifetime consolation
And whether you dig it or not
You're 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

Yang yang yang yang yang
Yang yang yang yang yang
Yang yang, wake up
Give up, cut out
Come out and join us
Join the revolution
Join the revolution