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 Toasters talk to crackberries, Boston to Bombay Teenage schemes and Ma-bell's dreams as minutes tick away We act like crazy people talking to ourselves Crashing cars in conversation while that sh** flies off the shelf The information superhighways locked 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 Let me text you with your master plan You're loud and clear but I don't understand I'm a digital explorer in an*log roam And everybody's on the phone Do you remember dialing up? Yes I remember well Now I just can't go anywhere with out that sacred cell I think that I might die if I miss anything at all Text me, send me an e-mail, link me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL 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 Let me text you with your master plan You're loud and clear but I don't understand I'm a digital explorer in an*log roam And everybody's on the phone Now I'm a real jungle jumper I'm a megahertz man I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan On the download In the dropout zones In every major city 'cross the land I got my Marley on my ringtone, get up, stand up, reach out, touch somebody man Everybody's on the phone So connected and all alone From the pizza boy to the socialite We all salute the satellites Let me text you with your master plan You're loud and clear but I don't understand I'm a digital explorer in an*log roam And everybody's on the phone Can you hear me? Can you hear me now? I gotta get over by the beerstand Oh sh** my batteries are going I'll call you back