Texty: Jimmy Buffett. Flesh & Bone.

If men came from Venus
And women came from Mars
Then I'd be lunching with my boyfriends
While you girls talked about cigars

But that's not how it happened
Evolution took a different turn
We may be creatures with some unique features
But we've still got a lot to learn

We've made it nearly twenty centuries
A bunch of monkeys with PHD's
Spun a web of communications
But it's all still a tangle to me

I can't tell the spiders
From the dangling flies and moths
I fell like some outsider
Who seems to have his wires all crossed

I can't fax you my love
I can't e-mail you my heart
I can't see your face in cyberspace
I don't know where to start

I'm light years behind
From the age the call stone
I'm a carbon based caveman
Honey, just flesh and bone

I ain't no clone, I'm just flesh and bone
Trying to connect with you
I ain't no clone, I'm just flesh and bone
Tryin' to get the message through

Now we live in the age computers
They run everything in the world
And I'm a little behind on this technical climb
And your are an Internet girl

I've got words but no processor
I've got feelings but I don't know DOS
So I just have to go back to basics
And try to get my point across

Desperate for a glimpse of the future
We use crystals and cards and dice
And that Y2K is coming our way
They're talkin' 'bout some worldly strife

It's time to think of simpler options
It's time to formulate a big plan B
So if your hard drive does crash
I got some Krugerrands stashed
Come on and sail away with me

I ain't no clone, I'm just flesh and bone
Just trying to connect with you
I ain't no clone, I'm just flesh and bone
Let's run away to Timbuktu