Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everybody's on the Phone, artist - Jimmy Buffett. Album song Take the Weather with You, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 09.10.2006
Record label: Mailboat
Song language: English
Everybody's on the Phone |
Message in a bottle, rhythm of a drum |
Smoke signals and telegraphs make 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 crackberries, Boston to Bombay |
Teenage schemes and Ma-bell's dreams as minutes tick away |
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves |
Crashing cars in conversation while that shit flies off the shelf |
The information superhighways locked up like a L.A. traffic jam |
Everybody’s on the phone |
So connected and all alone |
From the pizza boy to the socialite |
We all salute the satellites |
Let 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 |
Do you remember dialing up? |
Yes I remember well |
Now I just can’t go anywhere with out that sacred cell |
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all |
Text me, send me an e-mail, link me up, give me a call |
I’m ADD on AOL 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 satellites |
Let 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 jumper |
I’m a megahertz man |
I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan |
On the download In the dropout zones |
In every major city 'cross the land |
I got my Marley on my ringtone, get up, stand up, reach out, touch somebody man |
Everybody’s on the phone |
So connected and all alone |
From the pizza boy to the socialite |
We all salute the satellites |
Let 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 |
Can you hear me? |
Can you hear me now? |
I gotta get over by the beerstand |
Oh shit my batteries are going |
I’ll call you back |