Jimmy Buffett - Homemade Music текст песни

Homemade music

By: jimmy buffett, michael utley, russell kunkel

1988

I ran into an old friend of mine in miami and I asked her where she had been all these years. she told me she had, "died and gone to the suburbs". the next day I read where the japanes

Bought cbs records and figured that somehow these two events had to be related.

I aint no video king

I still have to sing

For my supper each night

You stand on the benches

I play in the trenches

Beneath the big spotlights

Lived in a suitcase for half of my years

I got strange little voices that live in my ears

Hall monster, mall monster

I cant be the old me no more

Chorus:

Homemade music aint on the radio

Homemade music searchin high and low

Homemade music where did all the good songs go

Cookin is a pleasure

Singin is a treasure

That most dont find

There aint no harm in tellin

I likes to eat my melon

Right on down to the rind

I had a hippie girlfriend when I was a kid

She died and went to the suburbs most of em did

Raisin puppies, having yuppies

Where did all the wild ones go

Chorus:

Homemade music aint on the radio

Homemade music jam it in, close the door

Homemade music where did all the good songs go

First there were records then cassettes and cds

Managers and lawyers then came the japanese

But homemade music still making sense to me

(sense to me, sense to me, sense to me)

Chorus:

Homemade music is funky and nice

Homemade music skates on very thin ice

Homemade music is part of my philosophy

Chorus:

Homemade music aint on the radio

Homemade music jam it in, close the door

Homemade music where did all the good songs go

Homemade music, give me my homemade music

Homemade music, should be on the radio

Dont dig that reglar bunk

The neville brothers got the funk

And homemade music should be on the radio