I hear the ringing of the telephonenNo one's home, none of you can reach menI'm alone and I feel finennThere's nothing anyone can sell to menNothing new, none of you can teach menBut I'm sure that you will trynnI'm tired of living in the modern worldnWith pretty boys and plastic girlsnBroken hearts and vanity's the diseasennI hear my music on the radionWhat's that song, from long ago they're still playingnIs it saying anything to younnPretty people in the magazinesnPlay the part of kings and queensnHair and makeup can cover up the ugly truthnnI'm tired of living in the modern worldnWith pretty boys and plastic girlsnBroken hearts, vanity's the diseasenIt really doesn't mean a thing to menIt really doesn't mean a thing to mennI hear the ringing of the telephonenNo one's home and none of you can reach menI'm alone and I feel finennI'm tired of living in the modern worldnWith pretty boys and plastic girlsnBroken hearts, vanity's the diseasenIt really doesn't mean a thing to menIt really doesn't mean a thing to menIt really doesn't mean a thing to me