Everybody’s on the Phone Jimmy Buffett
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[Verse 1]
Message in a bottle, rhythm of a drum
Smoke signals and telegraphs made the airwaves hum
But that's all ancient history, like bongs and Lincoln Logs
Now we livin' like the Jetsons in a wacky wireless fog
Talkin' squawkin' hawkin', who knows if anybody's gettin' through?
[Verse 2]
Toasters talk to crackberries Boston to Bombay
Teenage schemes and Ma Bell dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
Crashing cars for conversations, still that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighway's crawling like an L.A. traffic jam
[Chorus]
Everybody's on the phone, so connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to socialite, we all salute the satellite
Won't you text me with your master plan?
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
[Verse 3]
Do you remember dialing up, yes, I remember well
Now I just can't go anywhere without my sacred cell
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send an e-mail, link me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL and tryin' to read the writing on the wall
Message in a bottle, rhythm of a drum
Smoke signals and telegraphs made the airwaves hum
But that's all ancient history, like bongs and Lincoln Logs
Now we livin' like the Jetsons in a wacky wireless fog
Talkin' squawkin' hawkin', who knows if anybody's gettin' through?
[Verse 2]
Toasters talk to crackberries Boston to Bombay
Teenage schemes and Ma Bell dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
Crashing cars for conversations, still that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighway's crawling like an L.A. traffic jam
[Chorus]
Everybody's on the phone, so connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to socialite, we all salute the satellite
Won't you text me with your master plan?
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
[Verse 3]
Do you remember dialing up, yes, I remember well
Now I just can't go anywhere without my sacred cell
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send an e-mail, link me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL and tryin' to read the writing on the wall
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