Текст песни Jimmy buffett - Lip Service

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 you're gonna do
Seem to keep it all locked up inside
I can't help but start to thinkin'
You've got Somethin' To Hide
Why the pain
What's your game
You're 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 I'd take you baby on a shoppin' spree
You bought a space age watch and an antique hat
Hell now it's 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', I'm through
'Cause all I ever get is lip service from you

(instrumental)

So listen to me baby
You got to change your ways
Or I'm off to Pascagoula in a few more days
I'll 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
You're 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', I'm 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