Song Lyrics
Verse 1
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
Verse 2
Toasters talk to CrackBerries
Boston to Bombay
Teenage schemes and MaBell dreams
As minutes tick away
We act like crazy people
Talking to ourselves
Crashing cars in conversation
Still that stuff flies off the shelf
The information superhighways
Crawled up like an L.A. traffic jam
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
Verse 3
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
Chorus (Repeat)
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
Bridge
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 Bob Marley on my ring tone
Get up, stand up, reach out
Touch somebody man
Chorus (Final)
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
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