White Telephone To God Lyrics

Do we have to get older? We do.
Do we have to get older? We do.
So besides getting grey hair, guess what showed up in the mail?
My very own white telephone....my very own white telephone to God.

When the white telephone rings, it's him.
It's not happened to me yet, but it's happened to my friend.
Hearing from the other end...
We all have to get older. It's true
And then St. Peter said, "better older than dead"
So you're being one to change your diet.

Fresh bread, garlic, butter, toasted, dipped in the starter.
Some days don't you just need sticky toffee pudding plus
extra caramel sauce for luck?
Roasted taters and gravy, pizza thin pepperoni.
I'll make a deal with you, hold the booze and not tiramisu.
(you think you get tiramisu)

Cheesecake, red velvet cupcakes. Some favor their dream burger.
Fish and chips with tartar sauce.
Fear will come a weight gain, love [?]

When the white telephone rings, it's him
It's not happened to me yet, but if I don't change my diet...
Hearing from the end...
We all have to get older, we do.
But then St. Peter said "better older than dead"
"That's your warning from your white telephone"
My very own white telephone to God.