Don't Stop The Carnival

Don't Stop The Carnival Tracks

  1. Intro-The Legend of Norman Paperman/Kinja
    The Legend of Norman Paperman/Kinja (7:02)

    Dialogue Kinja was the name of the island when it was British. The actual name was King George the Third Island, but the Islanders shorted that to Kinja. Now the name in the maps and the guidebooks is Amerigo,but everybody who lives there still calls it Kinja. The United States acquired the island peaceably in 1940 as part of the shuffling of old destroyers and Caribbean real estate that went on between Mr. Roosevelt and Mr. Churchill. The details of the transaction were and are vague to the inhabitants. The West Indian is not exactly hostile to change, but he's not much inclined to believe in it. Meantime in a fashion Amerigo is getting Americanized. The inflow of cash is making everyone more prosperous. Most Kinjans go along cheerily with this explosion of American energy in the Caribbean. To them it seems a new harmless and apparently endless Carnival. Sanders Have you ever dreamed of escaping from your dull existence to a new life on a tropical island? Our story is about a man who did it - a real person, whose true adventure has become a legend here in the Caribbean. Welcome one and all to THE LEGEND OF NORMAN PAPERMAN.

    Ensemble
    Dis is da Legend of Norman Papuhman
    Tale from de islands we'll share
    Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
    Is it a dream or a nightmare?

    Women
    Dis is da Legend of Norman Papuhman
    Tale from de tropics we'll tell

    Men
    Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin' Cause heaven can turn into hell.
    Sanders [Sings]
    Kinja's the name of the island
    It's been Kinja for two hundred years
    But remember paradise
    Doesn't come without a price
    Let me make that abundantly clear
    Kinja, our beautiful island
    In a windward archipelago
    We've been English, French and Dutch
    Never seemed to matter much
    Now we're officially Amerigo

    Ensemble
    We're Kinja
    Still Kinja
    Our Kinja

    Sanders
    (Sheila, chef at the Gull Reef Club)

    Sheila

    Our ancestors came in the slave ships
    To work for the privileged few
    Who wore Paris fashions
    And lived in pink mansions
    While we huddled in shacks of bamboo

    Den da sugar beet bring us our freedom
    With the help of our God we got through
    Insurrections, beheadin's, funerals and weddin's
    Hurricanes and a World War or Two

    Chorus
    Hurricanes and a World War or Two
    We're Kinja
    Still Kinj
    Our Kinja

    We're Kinja
    Still Kinja
    Our Kinja

    Sanders
    (Gilbert, gondolier of the Gull Reef Club)

    Gilbert
    Mr. Churchill had to get some destroyers
    To put old Hitler six feet below
    FDR he pulled a nifty
    Got our island for just fifty
    And da Limeys dey pack up and go

    We dance through the streets in celebration
    Da fireworks dey light up da sky
    We got hot dogs and highways
    Got Fords and Chevrolets
    Not to mention de Fourth of July

    Ensemble
    Not to mention de Fourth of July
    We're Kinja
    Still Kinja
    Our Kinja

    We're Kinja
    Still Kinja
    Our Kinja

    Sanders
    (Senator Pullman, the island's big enchilada)

    Senator Pullman
    Now the Yankees, they come wid der dollars
    It's a beehive of activity
    Sell dem crawfish and rum
    Keep dem dizzy and numb
    Oh we're liken' this prosperity

    We got new holidays for celebration
    We got new laws, but no one complies
    We got crawfish and mangos
    Calypso and tangos
    Ahhh, but we short on our watah supply

    Ensemble
    Mighty short on our watah supply

    We got the Carnival
    We love the Carnival
    The Kinja Carnival
    Carnival

    We got the Carnival
    Don't stop the Carnival
    We love the Carnival

    And our story begins

    Dis is da legend of Norman Papuhman
    Tale from de tropics we'll tell
    Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
    'Cause heaven can turn into hell!

    The legend of NORMAN PAPERMAN
  2. Public Relations
    Public Relations (3:57)
    I was born on an island
    The island of Manhattan
    Dreamt all my life of a career on the
    Great White way
    Producer Norman Paperman
    Director Norman Paperman
    And I made it!
    In a sort of off-the-wall way, I found my
    calling-Listen

    [Sings]
    Up every morning, out every evening
    Hustling for headlines, that's what I do
    Table at Sardi's, grappling for gossip
    Working the press for a mention or two
    Paperman [Cont.] I never acted like some nervous rookie
    Right from the start I was hot as a cookie
    I was the numero uno
    What a debut

    Chorus
    Public Relations, Public Relations
    Boozing and schmoozing, that's what I do
    PR's my vocation
    And I'm a sensation
    Public relations
    Such hullabaloo

    But I went full throttle
    Never could slow down
    Then out of nowhere a mild heart attack
    Middle age crisis
    Face the big questions
    Had to get off of this foolish fast track
    It all started out
    As an ad in the paper
    Now it's turned into A tropical caper
    But it's only public relations
    And that's what I do

    Chorus
    Public Relations, Public Relations
    Ego inflation, that's what I do
    Isn't it wonderful, isn't it fabulous
    Public Relations, such hullabaloo

    Give this some thought Norman
    Things can get sticky
    Here in the tropics
    Wine turns to glue

    Norman
    I've never seen such a beautiful ocean

    Iris
    Holy Sweet Jesus, he's got no clue

    Norman
    I'll buy this place
    I am expatriating

    Iris
    You as a landlord
    Sounds intoxicating

    It's only Public Relations
    Who's screwing who

    No, not that old PR
    Of yacking and quacking
    Making folks happy
    That's what I'll do
    Sunshine and sea air
    Palm trees, martinis
    That's what I yearn for -- Like you, you, and you
    Just give me some time
    And I'll make it come true!
  3. Calaloo
    Calaloo (3:16)

    From here in my kitchen
    I watch the whole seen
    Life on dis island 's
    A unique cuisine
    It simmers and bubbles
    And looks quite routine
    Till somebody spill all da beans

    Chorus:
    Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
    Mysterious curious roux
    Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo
    Sooner or later we're all in the stew

    Night after night
    On dat terrace out der
    Plays a melodrama
    Could equal Shakesphere
    Dey may tell theirself
    Dat somehow dey are not
    Best take it from me,
    We're all in the same pot

    Chorus:
    Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
    Mysterious curious roux
    Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo
    Sooner or later we're all in the stew

    Bridge:
    Hey Hey Sheila, Hey Hey Sheila
    Hey Hey Sheila, what's in dat calaloo
    Hey Sheila tell us, Hey Sheila tell us
    Hey Hey Sheila, What's in that calaloo

    We got Crab and pig tell
    Squid ink and fish scale
    Okra and dasheen leaves
    Chitchat and chatter
    Fill up the platter
    With a garnish of pure make believe

    Chorus:
    Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
    Mysterious and curious roux
    Though some might think somehow they are not
    Make no mistake we're all in the same pot
    Take it from me this is no Camelot.

  4. Island Fever
    Island Fever (4:35)

    I think I've got a touch of island fever
    I do believe I feel a bit sauteed
    This morning I was just some nonbeliever
    Tonight I feel I've joing a wild crusade

    I never thought of life as being breezy
    I never thought of time as time to play
    I never thought that I could take it easy
    But all those feelings changed for me today

    Layers and layers of spices and flavors
    Are finding their way to my brain
    Layers and layers of costumes and players
    That make my whole life look insane

    Palm trees and views I can't believe
    Why would I ever want to leave?
    I think I'll take my shoes off and go walking
    Down beside the Caribbean Sea.
    I like the funny sounds of parrots squawking
    I think I hear a hammock calling me.

    Layers and layers of spices and flavors
    Could this be some kind of charade?
    Layers and layers of costumes and players
    I think I will join the parade

    Layers and layers of spices and flavors
    Could this be some kind of charade?
    Layers and layers of costumes and players

    I think I will join the parade
    I think I've got a touch of island fever...

  5. Sheila Says
    Sheila Says (3:55)

    Shelia says the heart is just a muscle
    Shelia says the heart is cooled by time
    Hiding out for years down in these trade winds
    In the land of coconuts and limes

    Chorus:
    I've played this game for too long
    My life's just one same old song
    Now marooned for a time on this island
    I go into and out of the fog
    And that's why I live with my dog

    Instrumental Bridge

    Men oh, men oh, oh men I've known to many
    Deceivers cloaked in clumsy vanity
    What men lack in love and understanding
    They make up in stupidity

    Chorus:
    But now and then one comes along
    And lights up my world like a song
    I am tempted to unleash my interest
    Yet I put it to you man's best friend
    There's just one sad old way it can end

    Bridge:
    We have our faults
    But men have only two
    All that they say
    All that they do
    You're a joy and a friend and a guardian
    Never bored with my sad monologue
    You're better off with a dog
    Sheila says the heart's just a muscle
    Sheila says the heart's just a muscle

  6. Just an Old Truth Teller
    Just An Old Truth Teller (3:34)

    I'm just an old truth teller
    I'm your candid friend
    I'm not some daydream seller
    I do not pretend
    I've a sense of survival
    And screwing my rivals
    That's labeled me crossed and uncouth
    But I can't help it I just tell the truth
    He can't help it, he just tells the truth

    I'm just an old truth teller
    Brutally direct
    I see it eye for eye
    I'm rarely incorrect
    Why call me a sharp trader
    A corporate raider
    I'm a role model for today's youth
    It's so simple, I just tell the truth
    He can't help it, he just tells the truth

    Bridge:

    Why was I born to be right all the time
    In deal after deal after deal
    Foiling those sharks that are circling my penthouse
    Hoping to make a meal

    No good deed goes unpunished
    Nothing goes as planed
    My ingrate family left me
    I don't understand

    Where's your wife?
    In Alaska
    Any sons?
    In Nebraska
    And my daughter milks cows in Duluth
    I can't help it, I just tell the truth
    Ohh he can't help it, he just sells it
    he can't help, he just tells it
    I can't help, I just tell the truth

  7. Henny's Song: The Key to My Man

    Henny's Song: The Key To My Man (3:11)

    I find myself between two worlds
    Bewildered all to hell
    Up north I have my mid-town life
    Down here my new hotel
    What kind of a dream is this
    Ion't know where I will land
    It's a Caribbean fairy tale
    The snow has turned to sand

    Chorus:
    But he's happy
    I understand
    And thats the key
    To my man

    Bridge:
    I'd like to have a clearer view
    And listen to my hunches
    Without the rum-lined Kinjan fog
    Of a thousand planter's Punches
    Iguess I'll have to let it go
    And simply tag along
    Just let myself get all caught up
    Forget what's right or wrong
    What kind of dream is this
    That's causing me this strife
    My husband's chasing windmills
    And I'm still the nervous wife

    Chorus:
    Cause he's happy
    And he's my man
    What good's this key in my hand
    Oh he's happy
    I understand
    And that's the key
    To my man

  8. Kinja Rules
    Kinja Rules (3:49)

    Lorna
    Mista Paper, Senator Pullman he just call.
    He ask how come ya don need no watah

    Norman
    Don't need water!

    Lorna
    Well, you let the barge go by
    He comin' to talk to you

    Norman
    Who is Senator Pullman anyway?
    Why do I have to signal the barge?

    Iris
    Welcome to the Caribbean, put on a shirt at least.
    The big enchilada is on his way

    Senator Pullman
    Mr. Norman Paperman, I presume?
    Joinin' us in Kinja for de tourist boom?

    Norman
    Norman Paperman at your service.
    Meeting the kingpin, I'm slightly nervous

    Pullman
    Mr. Paperman, I here to be your friend
    But there's just certain rules here we can not bend

    Paperman How about the water? My cistern's flat.

    Pullman
    Why sure, I come to take care of dat

    Chorus
    BUT You gotta play by Kinja rules
    Forget about da tings you learned in school
    We use a different box of tools
    And you gotta play by Kinja rules

    Pullman
    Now dis alien ain't bonded for no gondolier
    He's bonded for GARDENER-dat why he here
    De Chief of Immigration a power in dis town
    Chief find out-your hotel close down

    Paperman
    Hereafter gardening's all he'll do I didn't know, I swear to you

    Pullman
    Doan' hoross yourself, it's okay mister
    De Chief of Immigration-she's my sister

    Chorus
    BUT You gotta play by Kinja rules
    Forget about that civics course you learned in school
    We ain't city folks, but we ain't fools
    And you gotta play by Kinja rules

    Pullman
    Stop!

    Paperman
    How about my water?

    Pullman
    Hold you hosses I come to dat
    Look at da chambermaid, she mighty fat
    And if dat alien have her baby here
    Dat baby an AMERICAN, free and clear
    De Secretary of Interior, he gonna rave
    And dat baby on your record
    From da cradle to da grave
    Your responsibility-I doan mean maybe
    Da bottom line sir, dat YOUR BABY

    Chorus
    You gotta play by Kinja rules
    Forget about da tings you learned in school
    We use a simple box of tools
    And you gotta play by Kinja rules

    Paperman
    I'll send her away-but this club's bone dry

    Pullman
    No problem, lots of watah you can buy

    Paperman
    Buy water, Senator?
    That's your advice?

    Pullman
    Chief of Public Works give you a special price

    Paperman
    Chief of public works
    Who's he-your brother?

    Pullman
    Ha ha, not bad she's Lorna's mother

    Chorus
    SO You gotta play by Kinja rules
    Forget about da tings you learned in school
    We use a different box of tools
    And you gotta play by Kinja rules

    Paperman
    Senator, I thank you.
    Now one thing's clear
    I've got to hire a Kinjan gondolier

    Pullman
    Now dat a problem-

    Paperman
    What's the reason

    Pullman
    No unemployment-it's high season
    Can't hire no Kinjan to wear dis hat

    Paperman
    And I can't use an alien?

    Pullman
    Don't ask dat

    Paperman
    You've been a great help, sir-you've got my vote
    Just tell me-who's going to row that boat?

    Pullman
    YOU gotta play by Kinja rules
    Forget about da tings you learned in school
    Just take it easy, play it cool
    But be sure to

    Paperman joins Pullman

    Play by Kinja rules

    Extra Chorus
    You gotta play by Kinja rules
    Forget about that civics course you learned in school
    God watches out for drunks and fools
    But forget the Ten Commandments here
    Kinja rules
    Kinja rules
    Kinja rules
    Kinja rules

    Pullman
    Norman Paperman, I feel you soon adjust to Kinja, hahaha

  9. A Thousand Steps to Nowhere

    A Thousand Steps To Nowhere (5:25)

    Iris
    A thousand steps

    Paperman
    Obviously

    Iris
    The Jewish cemetery

    Paperman
    It may come in handy

    Iris
    Let me get him. Your heart

    Paperman
    Stay here
    A thousand steps to nowhere
    That is all I see
    This night is asking questions
    Where and what for me
    A thousand miles from Henny
    Who warned me from the start
    I feel foolhardy, I miss Sardi's
    Thought I was so smart

    Chorus
    Down is up, up is down
    That's just life in Kinja town
    The natives and the castaways
    That's just life for me these days

    Henny
    I've had it with this weather
    My skin is pale as bleach
    I'm heading back to Kinja
    And stretch out on the beach
    My past is in these boxes
    All clean and neatly packed
    No time for sorrow, I leave tomorrow
    There's no turning back
    No turning back, I'm island bound
    I want to turn from white to brown
    Sing and dance to calypso songs
    Trade in this mink for a pink sarong

    Iris
    I really do admire him
    And what he's taking on
    This island and these crazies
    But I fear he'll soon be gone
    Can't let myself fall for him
    A terrible mistake
    He's got Henny, I'm one too many
    This time my heart could break

    Chorus
    A thousand steps to nowhere
    That is all I see

    Paperman
    My heart is pounding madly

    Iris
    Mine too, won't let me be
    A thousand reasons not to

    Paperman
    Strange but oh so true
    I'm behaving

    Iris
    You're not past saving
    A thing we both should do

    Henny
    Cause he's happy

    Duet
    Down is up, up is down

    Henny
    I understand

    Duet
    That's just life in Kinja town

    Henny
    Cause he's my man

    Duet
    The natives and the castaways
    That's just life for us these days

    Henny
    Cause he's happy

    Duet
    Down is up, up is down

    Henny
    I understand

    Duet
    That's just life in Kinja town

    Henny
    Cause he's my man

    Duet
    The natives and the castaways

    Ensemble
    That's just life for us these days
    That's just life for us these days

    Paperman
    Gilbert come and prime the pump

  10. It's All About the Water
    It's All About The Water (2:22)

    Sheila
    Watah in de kitchen!

    Church
    Water in the bar!

    Ensemble
    It's all about da water, don't you know
    Kinja needs da water, da H2O
    It's all about da water, it ain't no lie
    Widout de water we shrivel up and die

    Sheila
    De main cistern go down to zero
    De new bossman, he be a hero
    Solve de problem, so give a cheer-o
    He turn on de water!

    Ensemble
    H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0

    Iris
    I had my doubts about this New Yorker
    Thought he'd just be a big talker
    But as a bossman, he's a corker
    He turned on the water

    Ensemble
    H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0

    Paperman
    I'm new to Kinja, I admit
    But nothing here's gonna make me quit
    This island don't scare me a bit
    I turned on the water!

    Ensemble
    It's all about da water, don't you know
    All about da water, da H2O
    All about da water, it ain't no lie
    Widout da water we shrivel up and die!

    Ensemble
    H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0

  11. Champagne Si', Agua No
    Champagne Si, Agua No (1:44)

    Folks, Gull Reef regrets the water shortage.
    Wild night out there!
    Water in the sea, water from the sky, no water in the Club,
    but while the pump gets repaired, let's live!
    If the water can't flow, the wine can!
    Champagne party in the lobby!

    Champagne si', agua no
    Let it rain, let it blow
    To hell with the H2O
    Champagne si', agua no

    The Gull Reef Club's not too ship shape
    Time for a party time for a break
    Tonight all our troubles will soon disappear
    Cause champagne is cheaper than water down here

    Champagne si', agua no
    Champagne si', agua no

    A toast to the French who gave us these bubbles
    A toast to your host who stands in this rubble
    Running this hotel is no piece of cake
    So cut me some slack people give me a break

    Champagne si', agua no
    Champagne si',agua no

    A toast to Columbus, Arawaks and Caribs
    To pirates and patriots, rascals and thieves,
    the limbo, the cha cha and what we love most
    A free champagne party put on by our host

    Champagne si', agua no
    Champagne si', agua no

  12. Public Relations (Reprise)
    Public Relations - Reprise
    Don't Stop the Carnival

    Public Relations - Reprise (1:25)

    Sanders
    Mr Paperman, go home.
    Listen to me.
    Pretend you had a nightmare, and woke up.
    This island is a hoodoo, there's death in it,
    and this is just the beginning.
    Give it up.
    Whatever you've invested,
    forget it and go back to New York.
    Go home.

    Norman
    I felt the ground shake
    I'm out of water
    Critical picture
    But things ain't that bad

    We could be living
    In Communist China
    Wearing pajamas
    And shouting comrade

    I'll fix the Gull Reef
    It will be my salvation
    We're only talking
    A few renovations
    Goodbye to public relations
    It ain't what I do

    Goodbye forever to public relations
    Public relations no longer my fate
    This is my life and this is my island
    Starting life over is never to (sic) late

    [Speaks, to Sheila]
    Get Hippolyte!



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  13. The Handiest Frenchman in the Caribbean
    The Handiest Frenchman In The Caribbean (0:50)

    Ensemble
    Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
    Handiest Frenchman in the Caribbean
    Got the Gull Reef Club sparkling and clean
    Bravo bon travou Mr. Martine

    Who patch the hole in the cistern wall
    Hippolyte
    Who solved my problems one and all
    Hippolyte
    A genie in a bottle twenty feet tall
    Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine

    How come mine host is sitting pretty
    A cistern full of water and shekels in the kitty
    A million miles away from nasty New York City

    Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
    Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
    Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine

    Get back to work
    Or he'll chop you like sardines
    Merci Hippolyte
    Lamartine

  14. Hippolyte's Habitat (Qui Moun' Qui)
    Hippolyte's Habitat (Qui Moun' Qui) (3:11)

    Swing my cutlass at the tall grass
    And anything that gets in my way
    That's my job here, let's be quite clear
    Working is how I spend my day
    Scary? Verrry I can instill some fear
    Owners don't know this is my show
    I've seen them all disappear

    Chorus
    Who's the boss man?
    Surely ain't dat Paperman
    I'm the only boss around
    Who's the boss man?
    Surely ain't dat white man
    I'm de only boss in town

    Creole
    Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
    Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'

    Chorus
    Who's the boss man?
    Surely ain't dat Paperman
    He be an annoying little gnat
    Who's the boss man?
    Surely ain't dat white man
    Dis is Hippolyte's habitat

    Creole
    Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
    Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'

    Now you've met me, don't forget me
    Hippolyte the French handyman
    But my work waits, please the ingrates
    They're all a part of my plan

    Chorus
    Who's the boss man?
    Surely ain't dat Paperman
    He be an annoying little gnat
    Who's the boss man?
    Surely ain't dat white man
    Dis is Hippolyte's habitat

    Creole
    Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
    Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'

    There's a place in France where they do the cutlass dance

  15. Who Are We Trying to Fool?
    Who Are We Trying to Fool? (4:35)

    Iris
    I like to think my heart is just a muscle
    A muscle that I've learned to control
    I figured, hell, one harmless midnight tussle
    With you would rest quite easy on my soul
    Now I see you're a tres, tres goddamn charmer
    An actress is taught to be cool
    BUT Who am I trying to fool?

    Paperman
    I'd like to toast your firm determination
    But human nature's got the best of me
    I've never forced myself upon a lady

    Iris
    You're about as subtle as artillery

    Paperman
    I've been here before and I have to admit
    that I can't keep my cool
    Who are we trying to fool?
    Who are we trying to fool?

    Paperman
    Don't look for me to be your savior

    Iris
    No good can come from this behavior

    Sheila
    This ain't no mystery, look at our history
    It's just another wild Caribbean night
    The rum and drums just bring out what's in us
    Temptation's been here since that very first bite
    Who are they tryin' to fool?
    Who are they tryin' to fool?
    They should forget it, they'll both regret it
    He wants a push, she needs a shove
    He's got a good wife, she hides a dark life
    Fuel for combustion ?anger and love
    Who are they tryin' to fool?
    Who are they tryin' to fool?
    Who are they tryin' to fool?

    Paperman
    Life is for most of us one long postponement

    Iris
    If we think too much I guess we'll miss our chance

    Paperman
    It's our time, our night, our island, not our future

    Iris
    It's not the whole tamale, just one dance

    Duet
    So Who are we trying to fool?
    Who are we trying to fool?
    Let's break all of those goddamn Kinja rules

  16. Fat Person Man
    Fat Person Man (3:29)

    Sheila
    You got to get rid of Dat fat person man
    Send him to French Guiana China or Japan
    Get him off of dis island
    Ders no reconcilin' Da rumours have already spread
    He don't leave dis island
    He lose his head
    I can't help it I just tell the truth

    Norman
    Now Sheila I can't do that
    Try and understand
    He's not just some drunk asshole
    He's my money man
    He's got banks in Nebraska
    And mines in Alaska
    His childish ways can be misread

    Sheila
    I'll say it one more time sir
    He lose his head I can't help it,
    I just tell the truth

    Norman
    Now Lester's really harmless

    Sheila
    But Hippolyte's a threat

    Norman
    Whole life here in Kinja
    Rests on this Tilson fete
    I can't have a beheading
    Or any blood letting
    Oh Sheila tell me what to do

    Sheila
    Stick to do dat fat person
    Like you be glue

    Norman
    I will keep him on the beach at the barbeque

    Lester
    I can't help it
    I just tell the truth

  17. Up on the Hill
    Up On The Hill (4:11)

    We come from a long line of lenders
    Who get rich just exploiting you spenders
    But now we just manage our blenders
    Up, up, up on the hill

    It helps to be charming and funny
    Have cute names like Binky and Bunny
    But the main thing's still oodles of money
    Up, up, up on the hill

    Up on the hill we are the big cheeses
    Up on the hill we own the cool breezes
    Top of the heap Is where we know we belong

    Up on the hill above the confusion
    Up on the hill we live our illusions
    Up, up, up on the hill

    Marmalade mansions beneath cloudless skies
    Breathtaking vistas that baffle your eyes
    We're passing our days in a rare atmosphere
    Sun, sea, and stars, and warm breezes all year

    Our blood is decidedly blue-ish
    We're leery of anything newish
    And or course, darling, nobody's Jewish
    Up, up, up on the hill

    Up on the hill we are the big cheeses
    Up on the hill we own the cool breezes
    The top of the heap Is where we know we belong

    Up on the hill above the confusion
    Up on the hill we live our illusions
    Up, up, up on the hill
    Up, up, up on the hill
    Way up, up, up on the hill

  18. Domicile
    Domicile (0:37)

    The Hill Crowd
    God rest ye merry gentlemen
    Let nothing you dismay
    With Kinja as our domicile
    There's so much less to pay
    We pay our taxes here
    The IRS is far away
    Domicile is our comfort and joy
    Comfort and joy
    Domicile is our comfort and joy

  19. Funeral Dance
    Funeral Dance

    In Amerigo, Carnival was as hallowed as Christmas itself, perhaps slightly more so.
    There was a meaning to it. See, Islanders did not put into words, yet which made it the authentic supreme day in the Kinjian calendar.

    Africa was marching down the main street of this little harbor town today.

    Africa, in undimmed black vitality, surging up out of centuries of island displacement, island slavery, island isolation, island ignorance.

    Africa, unquenchable in its burning love of life.

  20. Time to Go Home
    Time To Go Home (3:33)

    Henny
    Hey now mine host, don't be so melancholy
    You've made the most out of Amy Ball's folly
    You went crazy, ran off with an actress and didn't get rich
    What can I say? I still love you, you son of a bitch

    Norman New York's gray and cold But somehow I miss that
    Norman And
    running the Gull Reef Club Bordered on hand to hand combat

    Henny
    You beat the odds, water Gods now it's time for shalom
    Hey Mr. Paperman, I think it's time to go home

    Chorus
    Time to go home Norman
    Time to go home

    Norman
    Hey Mistuh Papuh-mon
    Time to go home
    Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
    Hey Mr. Papuh-mon time to go home

    Norman
    Henny I'm sorry I hurt you
    That's all I can say

    Henny
    Who knows this whole episode
    Just might end up on Broadway

    Norman
    To hell with bureaucracy and island mystery

    Henny
    Let's clear the air dear but no more affairs here

    Norman
    To hell with the hill crowd and life or death parties

    Henny
    I know a guy who has contacts at Sardi's

    Duet
    Hey Mister (Mrs.) Paperman I think it's time to go home

    Chorus
    Time to go home Norman
    Time to go home Norman
    Hey Mistuh Papuh-Mon
    Time to go home
    Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
    Hey Mr. Papuh-Mon Time to go home
    Time to go home Norman
    Time to go home Norman
    Hey Mistuh Papuh-Mon
    Time to go home
    Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
    Hey Mr. Paperman
    Time to go home
    Time to go home Norman
    Time to go home Norman
    Hey Mistuh Papuh-Mon
    Time to go home
    Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
    Hey Mr. Paperman Time to go home

    Words and music by Jimmy Buffett Lyric reprint and music publishing ©1997 Calaloo Music (BMI) except Intro - The Legend of Norman Paperman/Kinja ©1996 Calaloo Music (BMI). All rights reserved. Used by Permission