| Message in a bottle, rhythm of a drum
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| Smoke signals and telegraphs make the airwaves hum
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| But that’s all ancient history like bongs and Lincoln Logs
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| Now we livin' like the Jetsons in a wacky wireless fog
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| Talkin' squawkin' hawkin' who knows if anybody’s gettin' through
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| Toasters talk to crackberries, Boston to Bombay
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| Teenage schemes and Ma-bell's dreams as minutes tick away
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| We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
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| Crashing cars in conversation while that shit flies off the shelf
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| The information superhighways locked up like a L.A. traffic jam
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| Everybody’s on the phone
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| So connected and all alone
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| From the pizza boy to the socialite
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| We all salute the satellites
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| Let me text you with your master plan
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| You’re loud and clear but I don’t understand
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| I’m a digital explorer in analog roam
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| And everybody’s on the phone
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| Do you remember dialing up?
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| Yes I remember well
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| Now I just can’t go anywhere with out that sacred cell
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| I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
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| Text me, send me an e-mail, link me up, give me a call
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| I’m ADD on AOL tryin to read the writing on the wall
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| Everybody’s on the phone
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| So connected and all alone
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| From the pizza boy to the socialite
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| We all salute the satellites
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| Let me text you with your master plan
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| You’re loud and clear but I don’t understand
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| I’m a digital explorer in analog roam
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| And everybody’s on the phone
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| Now I’m a real jungle jumper
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| I’m a megahertz man
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| I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan
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| On the download In the dropout zones
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| In every major city 'cross the land
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| I got my Marley on my ringtone, get up, stand up, reach out, touch somebody man
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| Everybody’s on the phone
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| So connected and all alone
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| From the pizza boy to the socialite
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| We all salute the satellites
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| Let me text you with your master plan
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| You’re loud and clear but I don’t understand
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| I’m a digital explorer in analog roam
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| And everybody’s on the phone
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me now?
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| I gotta get over by the beerstand
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| Oh shit my batteries are going
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| I’ll call you back |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everybody's on the Phone , by - Jimmy Buffett. Song from the album Take the Weather with You, in the genre Кантри