Текст: Jimmy Buffett. Paddlin Out. Everybody's on the Phone.

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 Jet sons
In a wacky wireless fog

Talkin', squawkin', hawkin'
Who knows if anybody's gettin' through

Toasters talk to crack berries
Boston to Bombay
Teenage schemes and mobile dreams
As minutes tick away

We act like crazy people
Talking to ourselves
Crashing cars in conversation
Still that shit flies off the shelf

The information superhighways
Crawled 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

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

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

Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites

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

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 my Marley on my ring tone
Get up, stand up, reach out
Touch somebody band

Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites

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