Lip Service

Jimmy Buffett & Mike Utley

Talk, talk, talk til your jowls turn blue

But you never really tell me what you're gonna do

You seem to keep it all locked up inside

I can't help but start to thinkin'

You've got something 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

You bitchin' and your cryin' finally got to me

So I thought I'd take you, baby, on a shopping 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

'gotta change your ways

Or I'm off to Pascagoula ina 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 take

No more pain

End of game