everybody's on the phone
jimmy buffett
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
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
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?
now i just can't go anywhere with out that sacred cell
i think that i might die if i miss anything at all
i'm add on aol tryin to read the writing on the wall
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 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
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
i gotta get over by the beerstand
oh shit my batteries are going