Paroles de ' Homemade Music ' par Jimmy Buffett

I ain't no video king
I still have to sing
For my supper each night
You may stand on the benches
I play in the trenches
Beneath the big spotlights
Lived in a suitcase for half of my years
I've got strange little voices that live in my ears
Hall monster, mall monster
I can't believe the old me no more

Chorus:
Homemade music down in the passion pits
Homemade music lots o grits but no hits
Homemade music is part of my philosophy

Oh cooking is a pleasure
And singing is a treasure
That most don't find
There ain't no harm in telling
I like to eat my mellon
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 them did
Raisin' puppies, having yuppies
Where did all the wild ones go

Chorus:
Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music searchin' high and low
Homemade music where did all the good songs go?

Bridge:
First there were records then cassettes and CDs
Bankers and lawyers then came the Japanese
Homemade music still making sense to me

Chorus:
Homemade music so funky and nice
Homemade music sits on very thin ice
But homemade music is part of my philosophy

Chorus:
Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music searchin' high and low
Homemade music where did all the good songs go