Everybody's on the Phone

Message in a bottle
Rhythm of a drum
Smoke signals and telegraphs
May the airways hum
But that’s all ancient history
Like bongs and lincoln logs
Now we’re living like the Jetson’s
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 dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people
Talking to ourselves
Crashing cars for conversation
Still that sh** flies off the shelf
The information superhighway's crawling like an LA traffic jam
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Chorus:
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to socialite
We all salute the satellite
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
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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 an email, link me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL and trying to read the writing on the wall
Chorus
Now I'm a real jungle jumpup
I'm a megahertz man
I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan
On the download and the dropout zones
In every major city 'cross the land
I got my Marley on my ringtone, getup, standup, reachout, touch somebody band
Chorus
I'm a digital explorer in an analog foam
Everybody's on the phone
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Spoken:
Yah, can you hear me?
Wait, wait, can you hear me now?
Oh sh** the batteries are going down
Wait a minute, wait a minute, now wait a minute
Let me, let me get over to the window
Did you get that?
Awww sh**!