"Let Your Fingers Do the Talking" [Verse 1] The time has come, my dear old friends, School again does beckon. We learnt our lessons, start to end, With diligence as our weapon. Perseverance, persistence, and patience ..... our foes, And yet, it seems, despite all that, Our English barely shows! [Pre-Chorus] Who here has sensed, through all this stuff, Our grammar’s fine .... but still too rough? [Chorus] The A.B.C.s, the verbs and such, Adjectives .... oh, far too much! “Too many words!” the young ones cry, “Just simplify, oh simplify!” Don’t waste your breath or keep on balking, Just loosen up .... let your fingers do the talking. [Verse 2] They start me off, all s-l-o-w and s-i-m-p-l-e, Teasing me softly, making it gentle. “L.O.L.” I shout with pride, “Lots of Love!” I say, all satisfied. But grins appear and heads all roll ..... “Wrong again, you’re on a stroll!” They flick me back an R.O.F.L., I sigh .... “Alright, I’m learning well.” [Chorus] The A.B.C.s, the verbs and such, Adjectives .... oh, far too much! The younger ones just shake their heads, “Keep it short,” is all that’s said. Don’t waste your breath or keep on talking, Just hit those keys .... let your fingers do the talking. [Verse 3] Then comes the storm .... I.D.K., O.M.G., I.R.L. and R.N., they’re hitting me! M.Y.O.B., T.B.A., T.B.D., I.M.H.O., and I.D.C.! “Hang on there,” I say, “slow down, Let my brain just spin around.” “You call this simple? Sure, why not, Let’s give your language a proper shot!” [Bridge] With my fingers doing the talking, The conversation starts unlocking ..... “T.I.A. for all your help and training, I’m S.M.H., but still maintaining! T.B.F., I’m not quite through, L.M.K. how I’m doing to you! I.C.Y.M.I., I’ve put in the hours, I.S.O. wisdom, seeking powers. N.B.D., but I’m A.F.K., For A.B.T., I need a break today! Five minutes off .... B.C., you see, I’m needing some old T.L.C.!” [Verse 4] “From my P.O.V., I’ve had enough, F.W.I.F., this slang is tough! Still, I’ve met the G.O.A.T. of fun, And B.O.G.O.F. sales .... I’ll take one!” “So I’ll be B.R.B., my dears, X.O.X.O., save your tears. I.K.R.? You’ve trained me well, Now text-speak’s mine .... can’t you tell?” [Final Chorus / Outro] The younger ones just roll their eyes, And sigh beneath their modern skies. “We told her to keep it simple, see?” But old hands type quite nimbly! So don’t waste breath or keep on talking, Just loosen up .... let your fingers do the talking. Yeah, loosen up… Let your fingers do the talking.
