(Verse 1) In the heart of Olney, Illinois, under the wide-open sky, There's a tale of a struggle that brings a tear to your eye. With the cornfields a-wavin' and the prairie wind so free, Folks are havin' trouble with their Verizon 4G. (Chorus) Oh, Verizon, can't you hear our call? Your data speeds are crawlin', they're barely movin' at all. Packet loss is risin', like the sun at the break of day, And makin' calls is like throwin' nickels away. (Verse 2) When the clock strikes the peak hour, and the town's alive and loud, That's when the signal weakens, lost in the digital cloud. From the diner to the schoolyard, from the church to the old mill, Verizon, can't you hear us, from the heart of Olney, Illinois hill? (Chorus) Oh, Verizon, can't you hear our plea? We're just simple folks, as honest as a tall oak tree. We need our calls connected, our data fast and sure, In Olney, Illinois, we're askin' you for more. (Outro) So here's our song, Verizon, sung under the prairie sky, In Olney, Illinois, where the cornfields lie. We're askin' for a signal, strong and clear and true, Verizon, can't you hear us? We're countin' on you.
