Jimmy Buffett - Overkill lyrics
[Jimmy Buffett - Overkill lyrics]
Legal problems gettin' thick and hazy
Look at the people gettin' rich and crazy
Locked up in mansions on the top of the hill
Someone needs to tell them 'bout overkill
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo-modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies
In the old boneyard
I went to find the truth in the Himalayas
Bundled up half-frozen munchin' Milky Way-as
Found a shaman in a diaper with a poppy pot
When I asked if he was cold
He said "I just think hot"
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo-modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies
In some old boneyard
Out in Hollywood the paper money rolls
They feed their egos instead of their souls
A million here, a million there
A mindless corporate dance
Gettin' paid for fuckin' off in
The south of France
They don't do the shows but
They act like the stars
They fly around in G-4's and
Suck on big cigars
It ain't about the talent
It ain't about the skill
It's all about the silly
Stupid horseshit deal
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo-modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies
In the old boneyard
I got no corporate gig, I got no guru
I don't own ocean front in Honolulu
You write the big checks
But I pay your bills
Now someone's got to tell you 'bout overkill
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo-modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies
In some old boneyard
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo-modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies
In some old boneyard
Look at the people gettin' rich and crazy
Locked up in mansions on the top of the hill
Someone needs to tell them 'bout overkill
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo-modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies
In the old boneyard
I went to find the truth in the Himalayas
Bundled up half-frozen munchin' Milky Way-as
Found a shaman in a diaper with a poppy pot
When I asked if he was cold
He said "I just think hot"
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo-modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies
In some old boneyard
Out in Hollywood the paper money rolls
They feed their egos instead of their souls
A million here, a million there
A mindless corporate dance
Gettin' paid for fuckin' off in
The south of France
They don't do the shows but
They act like the stars
They fly around in G-4's and
Suck on big cigars
It ain't about the talent
It ain't about the skill
It's all about the silly
Stupid horseshit deal
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo-modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies
In the old boneyard
I got no corporate gig, I got no guru
I don't own ocean front in Honolulu
You write the big checks
But I pay your bills
Now someone's got to tell you 'bout overkill
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo-modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies
In some old boneyard
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo-modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies
In some old boneyard