Driving down the freeway,
Your favorite song comes on,
Phone starts ringing away,
And your freedom is gone.
Yeah,
No matter where you roam,
You hear that old ring tone.
You are never alone
With your prison cell phone.
You put yourself behind those bars,
Don't ask me why or how.
Learn to live with your dropped-call scars!
Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now?
Are you ready for some real news?
You got the prison cell phone blues.
Yeah, you got the prison cell phone blues.
Go beyond the horizon,
Travel right past the stars.
With Sprint