1932 Telegram Disaster Whitey

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It was a boring afternoon
In summer 1932
When everybody in the world
Had nothing much they had to do
So with a paper and a pen
Wrote out the words that they would send
Send to Boy
To send the world
A telegram

Well normally this worked out fine
They sent out words along the line
But they had never had to send
This many messages before
The operators cursed and swore
The Britain Press's spokesmen roared
They ran out of delivery boys
So they had to hire more

They telegrammed to prove that someone loved them
They telegrammed to say that no one cared
They telegrammed to say that they had nothing much to say
They telegrammed to prove that they were there
They telegrammed to say the sun went down before their eyes
And they telegrammed to say the sun came back
They telegrammed to hope they'd be remembered
Sending all the world their telegrams
Telegram to hope you'll be remembered
Sending all the world your telegrams