Labels:text | screenshot | black and white OCR: BELL PIE [To the tune of: "America Pie"] No relays pulsed, No data crooned, Long, long, time ago. No MF tones did play their tunes , There wasn't a word spoken, I can still remember, All carrier paths were broken ... When the local calls were "free." And I knew it I paid my bill. And so that's how it all occured, And never wished then any ill Microwave horns just nests for birds, That the phone company would let me be ... Everything bacane so absurd, The day ... Bell System ... died. But Uncle Sam said he knew better, Split 'em up, for all and ever! So bye, bye, Ma Bell, why did you die, We'll foster competition: It's good capitalism! We get static from Sprint and echo from MCI, "Our local calls have us in hock!' We all cry. I can't remember if I cried, Oh Ma Bell why did you have to die? ...
