Everybody's on the Phone

2012-02-21 | by Jimmy Buffett
Writer: Songwriters: Roger Edwin Guth;Jimmy Buffett;William Kimbrough Iii;Peter Hagan Mayer

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 Jet sons In a wacky wireless fog
Talkin', squawkin', hawkin' Who knows if anybody's gettin' through
Toasters talk to crack berries Boston to Bombay Teenage schemes and mobile dreams As minutes tick away
We act like crazy people Talking to ourselves Crashing cars in conversation Still that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighways Crawled 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
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 Without my sacred cell
I think that I might die If I miss anything at all Text me, send me 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 satellites
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
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 On every major city across the land
I got my Marley on my ring tone Get up, stand up, reach out Touch somebody band
Everybody's on the phone So connected and all alone From the pizza boy to the socialite We all salute the satellites
Won't you text me with your master plan? You're loud and clear but I don't understand And I'm a digital explorer in analog roam And everybody's on the phone
And I'm a digital explorer in an analog roam And everybody's on the phone