Everybody's On The Phone Lyrics - Paddlin Out - Jimmy Buffett

written by Jimmy Buffett, Peter Mayer, Roger Guth, Will Kimbrough 

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 

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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 

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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