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 ain't 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 can't be the old me no more
Chorus:
Homemade music ain't 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 don't find
There ain't 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 ain't 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 ca**ettes 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 ain't 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
Don't dig that reg'lar bunk
The neville brothers got the funk
And homemade music should be on the radio