It was just a few months ago
In a factory by the sea
That a phone there lived whom you may know
By the name of iPhone 33
And this phone he lived with no other thought
Than to work and be used by me

I was a teenager and he was a newborn,
In this factory by the sea
But we talked with a text that was more than words
I and my iPhone 33
With a camera that captured the views of heaven
And me on my iPhone 33

And this was the reason that long ago
In this factory by the sea
A machine put together pieces, creating
My beautiful iPhone 33
So then a kind UPS man came
And delivered the phone right to me
To keep him away from that very dangerous
Sidewalk by the sea

The phones not half so wonderful
Went envying him and me
Yes! That was the reason (as we all know
In this factory by the sea)
That the sidewalk so dark and hard
Shattered and killed my iPhone 33

But his service was faster by far than the service
Of phones who were older than he
Of many far slower than he
And neither the angels in factories above
Nor the sidewalks down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful iPhone 33

For my phone never rings without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful iPhone 33
And so all the night-tide I lie down by the side
Of my darling-my darling I weep and I cry
In the factory there by the sea
On the sidewalk down by the sea