Lip Service — текст песни (Jimmy Buffett)

Lip service

By: jimmy buffett, michael utley

1981

For anyone who loves creole cookin and new orleans music

Talk-a, talk-a, talk until your jaws turn blue

But you never really tell me what youre gonna do

Seem to keep it all locked up inside

I cant help but start to thinkin

Youve got somethin to hide

Why the pain

Whats your game

Youre drivin this boy insane

Oooh what a voodoo, nobody can do like you do



Your bitchin and your cryin finally got to me

So I thought Id take you baby on a shoppin spree

You bought a space age watch and an antique hat

Hell now its digital this and digital that

What a pain

Silly games

Still drivin your man insane

Oooh what a voodoo, nobody can do like you do



Chorus:

Oh darlin oh darlin

All I ever get is lip service from you

Oh darlin oh darlin, Im through

cause all I ever get is lip service from you



(instrumental)



So listen to me baby

You got to change your ways

Or Im off to pascagoula in a few more days

Ill leave you and your poodle and all the mess he makes

Find some other fool to man your shovel and your rake

No more pain

End of game

Youre drivin yourself insane

Ooh what a voodoo, nobody can do like you do



Chorus:

Oh darlin oh darlin

All I ever get is lip service from you

Oh darlin oh darlin, Im through

cause all I ever get is lip service from you



Lip service from you (lip service)

Lip service from you-hoo

Lip service from you (lip service)

Lip service from you-hoo

Lip service from you (lip service)

Lip service from you-hoo



- notes:

Lead guitar: josh leo