As i sit in the bus i see a missus with her daughter
the girl full of questions ‘bout the citizens around her
but mommy’s been absorbed for half an hour
in the choice of an emoooojjjjji
it’s the lost art, the lost art, the lost art
of co-co-con - versation

Next to the mother and the daughter there’s a mason
who’s dying to talk to the shy bus driver
he likes her locks and he likes her perfume
would she be his wife oh he’d build her a bedroom
but tinder told him that’s not gonna happen in a million years

it’s the lost art the lost art

now there’s a lonely old widow who sits in the middle
of fifteen teens who still sleep in their cradle
she’d love to chat ‘bout the lovely weather
but the sun - aint’ got enough followers

it’s the lost art the lost art

now when the bus arrived I put my phone in my pocket
listening to piper, checking my yellow sockets a guy walked to me with a shiny face
he started to bla bla bla like an ace
about vaccines, 5G and china
he smelled like tequila
that’s how i lost - how i lost my art of c-c-con-versation