(Buffett/Will Kimbrough)
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
Toasters talk to crack berries, Boston to Bombay
Teenage teams and Ma-Bell dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
Crashing cars for conversation still that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighways crawlin like a L.A. traffic jam
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
Do you remember dialing up?
Yes I remember well
Now I just can't go anywhere with out my sacred cell
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send an e-mail, ring me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL and tryin to read the writing on the wall
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellite
Won't you me text you 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
Now I'm a real jungle jump up
I'm a megahertz man
I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan
On the download and the dropouts owned in every major city cross the land
I got my Marley on my ringtone, getup, standup, reachout, touch somebody man
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
I'm a digital explorer in an analog foam
everybody's on the phone
yeah, Can you hear me?
Wait Wait , Can you hear me now?
ah-oooh shit the batteries goin out
wait a minute-wait a minute-
now wait a minute
let me get over to the winda
did ya get that . .
ahhh shhhh.. ....
I'll call you back
Jimmy Buffett - Everybodys on the Phone Lyrics
Jimmy Buffett - Everybodys on the Phone Lyrics
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(Buffett/Will Kimbrough)
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
Toasters talk to crack berries, Boston to Bombay
Teenage teams and Ma-Bell dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
Crashing cars for conversation still that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighways crawlin like a L.A. traffic jam
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
Do you remember dialing up?
Yes I remember well
Now I just can't go anywhere with out my sacred cell
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send an e-mail, ring me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL and tryin to read the writing on the wall
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellite
Won't you me text you 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
Now I'm a real jungle jump up
I'm a megahertz man
I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan
On the download and the dropouts owned in every major city cross the land
I got my Marley on my ringtone, getup, standup, reachout, touch somebody man
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
I'm a digital explorer in an analog foam
everybody's on the phone
yeah, Can you hear me?
Wait Wait , Can you hear me now?
ah-oooh shit the batteries goin out
wait a minute-wait a minute-
now wait a minute
let me get over to the winda
did ya get that . .
ahhh shhhh.. ....
I'll call you back
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
Toasters talk to crack berries, Boston to Bombay
Teenage teams and Ma-Bell dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
Crashing cars for conversation still that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighways crawlin like a L.A. traffic jam
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
Do you remember dialing up?
Yes I remember well
Now I just can't go anywhere with out my sacred cell
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send an e-mail, ring me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL and tryin to read the writing on the wall
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellite
Won't you me text you 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
Now I'm a real jungle jump up
I'm a megahertz man
I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan
On the download and the dropouts owned in every major city cross the land
I got my Marley on my ringtone, getup, standup, reachout, touch somebody man
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
I'm a digital explorer in an analog foam
everybody's on the phone
yeah, Can you hear me?
Wait Wait , Can you hear me now?
ah-oooh shit the batteries goin out
wait a minute-wait a minute-
now wait a minute
let me get over to the winda
did ya get that . .
ahhh shhhh.. ....
I'll call you back
Writer: JIMMY BUFFETT, PETER HAGEN MAYER, ROGER GUTH, WILL KIMBROUGH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management