Jimmy Buffett - Homemade Music lyrics
[Jimmy Buffett - Homemade Music lyrics]
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
'neath 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
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?
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
Cassettes and CDs
Managers and lawyers, then came the Japanese
But homemade music's still making sense to me
(sense to me, sense to me, sense to me)
Homemade music is funky and nice
Homemade music skates on very thin ice
Homemade music is part of my philosophy
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 regular bunk
The Neville brothers got the funk
And homemade music should be on the radio
I still have to sing for my supper each night
You stand on the benches
I play in the trenches
'neath 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
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?
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
Cassettes and CDs
Managers and lawyers, then came the Japanese
But homemade music's still making sense to me
(sense to me, sense to me, sense to me)
Homemade music is funky and nice
Homemade music skates on very thin ice
Homemade music is part of my philosophy
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 regular bunk
The Neville brothers got the funk
And homemade music should be on the radio