Everybody's on the Phone Lyrics
| Song | Everybody's on the Phone |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Take the Weather with You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Buffett, Guth, Kimbrough ... | |
| Written：Jimmy Buffett/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth/Will Kimbroug | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Buffett, Guth, Kimbrough ... | |
| Written: Jimmy Buffett Peter Mayer Roger Guth Will Kimbroug | |
| 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 Mabell' 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 email, 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 |
| zuò cí : Buffett, Guth, Kimbrough ... | |
| Written: Jimmy Buffett Peter Mayer Roger Guth Will Kimbroug | |
| 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 Mabell' 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 email, 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 |
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