Well she ain't got no cell phone you got to call her when shes home
And all of her clocks have got hands
Now don't try to e-mail her you've got to snail mail her
You got to take pen in hand.
Ones and Zeros, Zeros and ones
She'll have none of that virtual fun.
She's a real deal old fashioned analog girl
In a digital world
Now she gets online out in her backyard
Hangin up her old blue jeans
She's got all of the memory she can live with
She really hates drum machines
Out in the garden, she's got a website
It sparkles in the morning dew
Got a mouse in her pocket, Got spam in a can
Whats an analog girl to do