Homemade Music Jimmy Buffett

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[Verse 1]
I ain't no video king
I still have to sing for my supper each night
You stand on the benches
I play in the trenches 'neath the big spotlights
Lived in a suitcase for half of my years
I got strange little voices that live in my ears
Hall monster, mall monster
I can't be the old me no more

[Chorus 1]
Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music, searchin' high and low
Homemade music, where did all the good songs go?

[Verse 2]
Cookin' is a pleasure
Singin' is a treasure that most don't find
There ain't no harm in tellin'
I likes to eat my melon right on down to the rind
I had a hippie girlfriend when I was a kid
She died and went to the suburbs, most of 'em did
Raisin' puppies, having yuppies
Where did all the wild ones go?

[Chorus 2]
Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music, jam it in, close the door
Homemade music, where did all the good songs go?