CHORUS:
Come on please don't call me
Dont send me no note
Don't need no letter
That my baby wrote
It's been so long honey
We're more than good friends
I've waited and waited
My patience is on threads
I want your fax
I want it now
I want your . . . fax
I'm feeling so deprived
I'm feeling so alone
But I don't need your voice
You call, I'll hang up the phone
Will you take the time
To fax me a stupid poem
If ya tell me that ya wanna see me
Then I'll tell ya to go blow it out your saxaphone
CHORUS
It's logical
It's technical (Let's do it)
But most of all
Habitual (Can we do it?)
Let's show it off
And prove that all
Technology can be fun
'Cause it just won't cease to come
Fax is '90's . . . Fax is cool
If somebody doesn't like it
Then he's a stupid fool
Fax is 90's . . . Fax is fun
Fax feels great when its . . . one on one
[HUH! Fax!]
It's not so messy
[HUH! Fax!]
It feels so sexy
[HUH! Fax!]
I'll do it that day
[HUH! Fax!]
You'll do it this day
What's your little problem my faxy lady?
Didn't you know that I can read?
Faxing you a letter do it with me baby
Don't you think it's time you had fax with me?