Howie Newman
MUSIC, COMEDY and MORE
SONG LYRICS
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Everybody's Talkin' on the Phone
Everybody’s talkin', yakkin' and a-squawkin'
Everybody’s talkin' on the phone
Everybody’s talkin', gabbin' while they're walkin'
Everybody's talkin' on the phone

Walkin' down the street, all the people that I meet Everyone just has to try it
How about some peace and quiet?
In a car, in a bar, wishin' on a shooting star Everybody's talkin' on the phone
You’re in a fog, you’re in a zone. Are you afraid to be alone?
Over yonder, near and far, yappin' in a subway car. Everybody's talkin' on the phone

Elevators, shopping malls, restaurants and concert halls
Conversations left and right, there ain't no relief in sight
You don't really need to shout it and I don’t need to hear about it. Everybody's talkin' on the phone


Big in Belgium
My agent hasn't called me in 18 weeks And I really could use a few bucks
If I don't get a gig in a day or two, I’m gonna have to go back to drivin' trucks
It's makin' me crazy, it’s gettin' me down, I can't seem to make any waves in this town

But I'm big in Belgium, I'm loaded with fame. In Brussels, Antwerp and Ghent, they all know my name
They love me in Belgium, over there I'm the man. I'm the biggest thing in Belgium since Steely Dan

All of the critics are so hard to please. The radio stations send back my CDs
The club owners hide when I walk through the door. I can't take this kind of rejection no more   
I dream about playing in big sold-out halls but even my mother won't return my phone calls

I’m the rage in Liege, I'm simply huge in Brugge. A mansion waits for me, overlooking the North Sea

'Cause I'm big in Belgium, I'm loaded with fame. In Brussels, Antwerp and Ghent, they all know my name
They love me in Belgium, over there I'm … reelin' in the years, stowin' away the time
I'm the biggest thing in Belgium since Steely Dan. I'm the biggest thing in Belgium ... ever


Skeptical
She was in love, this was the one, sometimes she felt so sure
Everything looked sunny, everything felt so secure
But a little voice inside her said, "Slow down or you’ll get burned." Indecision lurked at every turn

She was skeptical, she'd been down this road before. So skeptical, but she was peekin' through the door
She was skeptical, had no clue what was in store, but no one ever does

Sometimes it made her crazy, it would consume her every way
She would change her mind five or six times in a day
Her friends said to be careful: "You know not where you go." But this nagging feeling sure was getting old

She leaned on intuition and looked into her heart. Something deep inside said, "It’s OK, let down your guard"
She closed her eyes and held her breath, threw caution to the wind
She took a chance and I’m sure glad she did


Way Past My Bedtime
The gang's all here, the night is young, it’s time to shake one down
Let's stay out late and celebrate, and head on into town. We've got a lot of money, the cars are filled with gas
All the clubs are open late but I think I’ll have to pass

'Cause it’s way past my bedtime, I should be home by now
There was a time when I'd feel just fine, any way and anyhow
But now those days are over and I'm feeling more serene. A few more years, you'll know just what I mean

My agent called with real good news, a steady gig at last. A hundred bucks plus dinner, everything in cash
But he said, "I gotta warn you, this ain't no matinee. You don’t go on till 10 p.m. Do you think that it’s OK?"

I was feelin' real good but then I got a shock
I looked down at my watch and I said, "Oh my God, it’s 11 o’clock"

It's Friday night, the time is right, the working week is done
The big game's on the tube, let's go and have some fun
We've got a place to crash, we've got a lot of beer, a 56-inch TV, but there’s just one problem here


Drivin' in Boston is Drivin' Me to Drink
Boston is a real nice place, I've lived here most my life. And y'know that I may never leave
But when I get to travelin', my nerves begin unravelin' 'cause the way these people drive is hard to believe

Drivin' in Boston is drivin' me to drink. I shudder and I shake behind the wheel
The roads are curvin', the cars are swervin,' he whole damn thing is so unnervin'                                
I just can't help the way I feel

Those traffic lights, they never mind 'em, the red light’s for the guy behind 'im
No one's got the time to wait around
Don’t worry 'bout that car you bought, just don't get hit and don't get caught
And most important of all, don't ever slow down

Watch your step, don't crack it up. If you miss that turn, just back it up
If you don’t like it, you can pack it up and leave

If getting there is half the fun then the other half would have to come
When you try and find a place to put the car
Few things in this life compare to a parking spot in Harvard Square especially one that's right near a bar

Thinkin' 'Bout You
It's a lovely day but I've nothing to do except think about me and think about you
I'd like to know what’s behind that smile. Someday soon we should sit and talk for a while

I've thought about us for quite some time. I'd like to believe that you’d like to be mine
But while I’m wondering if you care, I'm hiding what’s really there

Your eyes are telling me that you’re kind but I'm finding it hard to say what's on my mind
It's a lovely day, not a cloud in the sky. I think about you and wonder why


Please Buy My Record
Elton John and Billy Joel don't give you no sales pitch
They don’t really need to sell their records 'cause they're already rich
But me, I've got to go and do this song and dance routine
'Cause I’m a struggling future superstar, you know what I mean

Please buy my record ... today. Please buy my record before I fade away

I ain't in the poorhouse yet but the outlook's pretty bleak
Y'know I ain't touched any solid food for almost a week
But if I could sell just one record, I could afford a Jumbo Jack
And if I could sell a couple more, then I'd get off your back


Weekend Warrior
Ice it down, stretch it out, wrap it up, gotta get ready. I'm a weekend warrior
One more game, one more day, one more swing and one more play for the weekend warrior

I don't just play because I look so good in polyester. I do it 'cause it makes me feel alive
After working all week long, I tend to get a little stressed but when I step out on that field, I feel all right

My wife says quit, my kids ask why, the coach says sit but I can’t lie. I'm a weekend warrior
It could be my last, never know. One game down and one to go for the weekend warrior

At my age, I should be playing golf or sleeping late
But I like to sweat and get dirty. I like to step up to the plate

Aches and pains, muscle tears, limping up and down the stairs. I'm a weekend warrior
On Monday morn, I can’t run or throw but six more days, I’ll be ready to go. I'm a weekend warrior


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Words and music by Howie Newman
©2006 Howie Newman, Chin Music (BMI)