Lyrics Homemade Music - Jimmy Buffett

Homemade Music

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
Beneath 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
Homemade music ain’t on the radio
Homemade music searchin' high and low
Homemade music where did all the good songs go
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
Homemade music ain’t on the radio
Homemade music jam it in, close the door
Homemade music where did all the good songs go
First there were records then cassettes and CDs
Managers and lawyers then came the Japanese
But homemade music still making sense to me
(sense to me, sense to me, sense to me)
Homemade music is funky and nice
Homemade music skates on very thin ice
Homemade music is part of my philosophy
Homemade music ain’t on the radio
Homemade music jam it in, close the door
Homemade music where did all the good songs go
Homemade music, give me my homemade music
Homemade music, should be on the radio
Don’t dig that reg’lar bunk
The Neville brothers got the funk
And homemade music should be on the radio