Me amis
We went to Hollywood
Just like we always thought we would
To be stars in our school play
Showed up as expected
At all the right places
Met Michael, Stevie, Donna
Saw all their pretty faces
They smiled we had so much to say
I tried to teach them by phone
(Hello, hello)
But they're never home (oh, no)
They're incommunicado
Might as well be living on Mars
So incommunicado
Tryin' to get through to the stars
We'd never end up living incognito
It's a game we never played before
Their old cars and original hair colours
Now we like to see the cameras flashin'
People stop an' stare an' watch us pashin'
From one appearance to another
You can't reach us by phone
(Hello, hello)
Cause we're never at home (oh, no)
We're inncommunicado
Might as well be living on Mars
So inncommunicado
Tryin' to get through to the stars
And that's so very far away
You can't get no time of day
It's like a rainbow
No, you can't reach them by phone
(Hello, hello)
But they're never home (oh, no)
They're incommunicado
Might as well be living on Mars
So incommunicado
Tryin' to get through to the stars
Repeat the last verse and fade
Incommunicado was written by Gordon Grody & Bruce Sudano & Carlotta McKee.
Incommunicado was produced by Peter Collins.