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  1. Piece Of Work

    Piece Of Work

    I'm a piece of work, I'm iron and lace
    I'm shy, I'm right up in your face
    I'm all dumbfounded, stubborn as an ass
    Sharp as an arrow in a pile of glass.
    I'm a sweetheart, genius, reckless jerk.
    Lord, have mercy, I'm a piece of work.

    Well the Lord made me on a long thin limb
    Made sure I'd remeber him or her
    In the middle of a long dark night
    Creation crazy, death-sheet white
    Made in the image of a lion shocked lamb
    I am who the hell I am
    Even better, bad to worse,
    Down to the letter, I'm a piece of work.

    I'm a piece of work I'm an angels fiend
    Bathed in lavender and gasoline
    Scared brave, shallow in an ink black well
    Lightly browned in the fires of hell
    Wicked, holy, full on fake
    Best known for my big mistake
    I'm zen wise, peaceful, gone berserk
    Good God almighty, What a piece of work.

    I'm a dreadful sight, I just don't care
    Spent all morning pull out my hair
    Woke at dawn with a crazy spin
    I was half the day trying to glue back in
    Mother, bloody mary, please
    Wipe that smile right off your knees
    I'm the CEO of the mailroom clerks
    Lord have mercy, I'm a piece of work.

    I'm a piece of work, I'm a love sick boy
    Cloth cap, caviar, and corduroy
    All over the map, justa lost in space
    With a filthy mind and a choirboy's face
    Heels up, head down, straight on through
    Watch out woman, I'm a get to you
    I'm a gladiator with a mind to irk
    I'm a see you later, I'm a piece of work.

  2. The Pascagoula Run

    The Pascagoula Run

    Billy pulled in in a Jaguar
    Red convertible sixty-five
    Headed home to Mississippi, he'd been
    around the world
    He was that black sheep uncle of mine

    His ship had come in, he was lookin' to sin
    He was singing his own song
    When he yelled from the drive, my heart came alive
    "Jimmy boy come along"

    It's time to see the world
    It's time to kiss a girl
    It's time to cross the wild meridian
    Grab your bag and take a chance
    Time to learn a cajun dance
    Kid your gonna see the mornin' sun
    On the Pascagoula run

    Friday night at the Stateline Bar
    Where the waterfront peole dwell
    Better watch my step if the floor caves in
    I'll go right straight to hell
    There were pinball machines and Cajun queens
    Men with knives and scars
    Billy moved 'cross the floor through
    the real hard core
    And said "Here's where it gets bizarre"

    What do the ladies say what do the ladies say
    What do the ladies say, what do the ladies say
    What do the ladies say what do the ladies say
    What do the ladies say what do the ladies say
    What do the ladies say what do the ladies say

    Bring that young man over here
    We gonna buy that boy a beer
    And that ain't all we want to do
    And bring your crazy uncle too

  3. Hey Good Lookin'

    Hey Good Lookin'

    Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?
    How's about cooking somethin' up with me?
    Hey, sweet baby - don't you think maybe
    We can find us a brand new recipe?

    I got a hot rod Ford, and a two dollar bill
    And I know a spot right over the hill
    There's soda pop and the dancing's free
    So if you wanna have fun, come along with me

    Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?
    How's about cooking somethin' up with me?

    I'm free and ready, so we can go steady.
    How's about saving all your time for me?
    No more lookin' - I know I been cookin'
    Hows about keepin' steady company?

    I'm gonna throw my date book over the fence
    And buy me one for five or ten cents
    I'll keep it till it's covered with age
    Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page

    Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?
    How's about cooking somethin' up with me?

  4. Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes

    CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDES
    Jimmy Buffett

    I took off for a weekend last month
    Just to try and recall the whole year.
    All of the faces and all of the places,
    wonderin' where they all disappeared.
    I didn't ponder the question too long;
    I was hungry and went out for a bite.
    Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
    and we wound up drinkin' all night.

    It's those changes in latitudes,
    changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
    With all of our running and all of our cunning,
    If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.

    These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
    Nothing remains quite the same.
    Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
    If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

    Reading departure signs in some big airport
    Reminds me of the places I've been.
    Visions of good times that brought
    so much pleasure
    makes me want to go back again.
    If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
    I could somehow adjust to the fall.
    Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
    I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)

    I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
    I wish I could jump on a plane.
    And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
    God, I wish I was sailin' again.
    Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
    So I can't look back for too long.
    There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
    and I know that I just can't go wrong
    with these...(to chorus)

  5. I Will Play For Gumbo

    I Will Play For Gumbo

    I don't smoke, I don't shoot smack
    But I got a spicy monkey ridin' on my back.
    Don't eat beignets, too much sugar and dough,
    But I will play for gumbo
    Yes, I will play for gumbo

    It started at my Grandma's kitchen by the sea,
    She warned me when she told me "son the first one's free"
    It hit me like a rock or some Taikwondo,
    Cause I will play for gumbo
    Oh yea, I will play for gumbo.

    A piece of French bread
    With which to wipe my bowl,
    Good for the body.
    Good for the soul.
    It's a little like religion
    And a lot like sex.
    You should never know
    When you're gonna get it next.
    At midnight in the quarter or noon in Thibadeaux
    I will play for gumbo
    Yes, I will play for gumbo.

    I'm not talkin' quesadillas or a dozen Krispy Kremes,
    Or a pound of caviar that's a rich man's dream.
    No banana split or fillet of pompano.
    No, I will play for gumbo,
    Yeah, I will play for gumbo

    Maybe it's the sausage or those pretty pink shrimp
    Or that popcorn rice that makes me blow up like a blimp.
    Maybe it's that voodoo from Marie Leveaux,
    But I will play for gumbo
    Yeah, I will play for gumbo

    The sauce boss does his cookin' on the stage,
    Stirrin' and a singing for his nightly wage.
    Sweating and frettin' from his head to his toe,
    Playin' and swayin' with the gumbo
    Prayin' and buffetin' with the gumbo

  6. Come Monday

    Come Monday

    Headin' up to San Francisco
    for the Labor Day weekend show,
    I've got my hush-puppies on,
    I guess I never was meant for
    glitter rock and roll.
    And honey I didn't know
    that I'd be missin' you so.

    Come Monday It'll be all right,
    Come Monday I'll be holding you tight.
    I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
    and I just want you back by my side.

    Yes it's been quite a summer,
    rent-a-cars and west bound trains.
    And now you're off on vacation,
    somethin' you tried to explain.
    And darlin' I love you so that's
    the reason I just let you go.

    I can't help it honey,
    you're that much a part of me now.
    Remember the night in Montana when
    we said there'd be no room for doubt.

    I hope you're enjoyin' the scenery,
    I know that it's pretty up there.
    We can go hikin on Tuesday,
    with you I'd walk anywhere.
    California has worn me quite thin,
    I just can't wait to see you again.

  7. Last Mango In Paris

    Last Mango In Paris

    I went down to Captain Tony's to get out of the heat
    When I heard a voice call out to me, "Son, come have a seat"
    I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes
    Our lives change like the weather but a legend never dies

    He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris
    Took the last plane out of Saigon
    Took the first fast boat to China
    And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done.

    I had a third world girl in Buzios
    With a pistol on each hand
    She always kept me covered
    As we moved from land to land
    I had a damn good run on wall street
    With my high fashion model wife
    Til I woke up dry beneath the African sky
    Just me and my Swiss Army knife

    I ate the last mango in Paris
    Took the last plane out of Saigon
    Took the first fast boat to China
    And Jimmy there's still so much to be done

    We shot the breeze for hours
    As the sun fell from the skies
    And like the sun hw disappeared before my very eyes
    It was somewhere past dark-thirty
    When I went back to the head
    I read upon the dingy wall
    The words the old man said

    I ate the last mango in Paris...
    ....so much to be done.
    Why don't we wander and follow la vie dansante.

  8. Woman Goin' Crazy On Caroline Street

    Woman Goin' Crazy On Caroline Street

    There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline street
    Stoppin' every man that she does meet
    Sayin' if you be gentle, if you be sweet
    I'll show you my place on Caroline street
    There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline street
    Stoppin' every man that she does meet
    Sayin' if you be gentle, if you be sweet
    I'll show you my place on Caroline street

    She claimed in a loud voice to be a dancer
    But I don't think she's cut a rug in years
    Listens to the juke box for her answers
    Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers
    Talks about the men she's known and then some
    She's seen them in her dreams and on the street
    She slides her dapper legs from beneath the table
    As if to reveal some kind of treat
    She claimed in a loud voice to be a dancer
    But I don't think she's cut a rug in years
    Listens to the juke box for her answers
    Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers
    Talks about the men she's known and then some
    She's seen them in her dreams and on the street
    She slides her dapper legs from beneath the table
    As if to reveal some kind of treat

    Her lover left her stranded in Jamaica
    And just right now she can't recall his name
    Perceiving she is the center of attention
    And all the lurking eyes they look the same
    Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy
    They're horny and don't need a good excuse
    Someone yells and things just start erupting
    In a flash all hell has broken loose
    Her lover left her stranded in Jamaica
    And just right now she can't recall his name
    Perceiving she is the center of attention
    And all the lurking eyes they look the same
    Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy
    They're horny and don't need a good excuse
    Someone yells and things just start erupting
    In a flash all hell has broken loose

    When I woke up and looked around the bar room
    She was gone and I was black and blue
    So be careful when you go to swing your partner
    When I woke up and looked around the bar room
    She was gone and I was black and blue
    So be careful when you go to swing your partner
    `Cause someone might just take a swing at you

  9. License To Chill

    License To Chill

    Work, work, work
    Big pile of it and the boss is a jerk.
    I just want to disappear
    Wishin' I was somewhere other than here.

    Livin' for the weekend,
    Jumpin' off the deep end,
    With just enough money to buy
    A license to chill
    And I believe I will

    Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
    Trouble turns funny, songs get sung
    A little bit of money, the night's still young
    Leave me alone I've got a license,
    A license to chill

    Girls, girls, girls
    Ain't nothin' like them in the whole wide world.
    So damn smart and cute,
    And it's amazing what they pass off as a bathing suit.
    Winners and losers
    Sailors and cruisers
    We're all qualified, for a license to chill
    And I believe I will

    Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
    Trouble turns funny, songs get sung
    A little bit of money, the night's still young
    Leave me alone I've got a license,
    A license to chill

    License to chill
    And I believe I will
    Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
    Trouble turns funny, songs get sung
    One good song will last all night long
    Leave me alone I've got a license,
    A license to chill
    A license to chill

    Ramos go rent me a coupe deville
    Hey KL, where's that barbecue grill
    Head on down to Margaritaville
    Have me a cheeseburger with a big pickle dill
    Jesus, I sound kinda mentally ill
    I guess I better go turn on Dr Phil

  10. Son of a Son of a Sailor

    Jimmy Buffett

    As the son of a son of a sailor,
    I went out on the sea for adventure,
    Expanding their view of the captain and crew
    Like a man just released from indenture.

    As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
    I have chalked up many a mile.
    Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
    And I've learned much from both of their styles.

    Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
    Son of a gun; load the last ton
    One step ahead of the jailer.

    Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
    You can shake the hand of the mango man
    As he greets you at the border.

    And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
    Island of the spices.
    Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
    And the rum is for all your good vices.

    Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
    Forefathers harnessed before us.
    Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
    It's a son of a gun of a chorus.

    Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
    If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
    So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
    Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.

    But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
    Son of a gun, load the last ton
    One step ahead of the jailer
    I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
    The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
    I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.

  11. Cheeseburger In Paradise

    CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISE
    Jimmy Buffett

    Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
    Made it nearly seventy days,
    Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
    Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.

    But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
    Some kind of sensuous treat.
    Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
    But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.

    Cheeseburger in paradise.
    Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
    Not too particular, not too precise.
    I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

    I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
    Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
    Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
    Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
    For my cheeseburger in paradise.

    Verse 2:
    Heard about the old time sailor men,
    They eat the same thing again and again;
    Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
    Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.

    But times have changed for sailors these days.
    When I'm in port I get what I need;
    Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
    But that American creation on which I feed!

    Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
    Not too particular, not too precise
    I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

    I like mine with lettuce and tomato
    Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
    Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
    Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer

    For a cheeseburger in paradise
    Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
    Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
    To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
    To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
    I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

  12. Volcano

  13. Brown Eyed Girl

    Brown Eyed Girl

    Hey, where did we go?
    Days when the rains came
    Down in a hollow
    Playin' a new game

    Laughin' and a runnin'
    Skippin' and a jumpin'
    In the misty mornin' fog
    With our hearts a thumpin'
    It was you, my brown eyed girl
    You, my brown eyed girl

    Now what ever happened
    Tuesday is oh so slow
    Goin' down the old mine
    With a transistor radio

    Standin' in a sunlit lane
    Hidin' 'hind a rainbow's wall
    Slippin' and a slidin'
    All along the waterfall
    It was you, my brown eyed girl
    You, my brown eyed girl

    Do you remember when
    We used to sing
    Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
    Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da

    So hard to find my way
    Now that I'm on my own
    Thought about it just the other day
    My, where's the time all gone

    Can't remember back then Lord
    Sometimes I'm overcome thinkin' 'bout
    Makin' love in the green grass
    Behind the stadium
    With you, my brown eyed girl
    Do you remember when
    We used to sing
    Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da

  14. Go Cubs Go

    Go Cubs Go

    Baseball season's underway
    Well, you'd better get ready for a brand new day
    Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
    The Cubs are gonna win today

    They're singing
    Go, Cubs, Go!
    Go, Cubs Go!
    Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
    The Cubs are gonna win today

    Go, Cubs, Go!
    Go, Cubs, Go!
    Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
    The Cubs are gonna win today

    They got the power
    They got the speed
    To be the best in the National League

    Well this is the year
    And the Cubs are real
    So come on down to Wrigley Field

    (We're singing, now)
    Go, Cubs, Go!
    Go, Cubs Go!
    Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
    The Cubs are gonna win today

    Go, Cubs, Go!
    Go, Cubs Go!
    Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
    The Cubs are gonna win today

    Baseball time is here again
    You can catch it all on WGN
    So stamp your feet and clap your hands
    Chicago Cubs have got the greatest fans

    (Keep on singing, now)
    Go, Cubs, Go!
    Go, Cubs, Go!
    Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
    The Cubs are gonna win today

    (Let's go!)
    Go, Cubs, Go!
    Go, Cubs, Go!
    Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
    The Cubs are gonna win today!

  15. Why Don't We Get Drunk

    Why Don't We Get Drunk

    I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
    Your voice sounds so wonderful
    But your face don't look too clear
    So, Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew
    Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw.

    Why don't we get drunk and screw
    I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you
    They say you are a snuff queen, Honey, I don't think that's true
    So, why don't we get drunk and screw.

  16. La Vie Dansante

    La Vie Dansante

    They can can come take it all away
    Break your heart by the light of day
    Drown your love in a distant bay
    So lonely
    See the ship heading for the rocks

    See the time melting off the clocks
    There's a light shatters all the locks
    And saves me
    It saves me

    That's why I wander and follow La Vie Dansante
    On the night wind that takes me just where I want
    That's all I want La Vie Dansante
    Why don't you wander and follow La Vie Dansante
    On the night wind that takes you just where you want
    That's all you'll want La Vie Dansante

    Miss the beat if you close your eyes
    Every night wears a new disguise
    And I live when a new surprise surrenders

    Feel it all with a willing heart
    Every stop is a place to start
    If you know how to play the part with feeling
    I play with feeling

  17. Banana Republics

    Banana Republics

    Down to the Banana Republics
    Down to the tropical sun
    Go the expatriated American
    Hopin' to find some fun

    Some of them go for the sailing
    Brought by the lure of the sea
    Tryin' to find what is ailing
    Living in the land of the free
    Some of them are running to lovers
    Leaving no forward address
    Some of them are running tons of ganja
    Some are running from the IRS

    Late at night you will find them
    In the cheap hotels and bars
    Hustling the senioritas
    While they dance beneath the stars
    Spending those renegade pesos
    on a bottle of rum and a lime
    Singin' give me some words I can dance to
    Or a melody that rhymes

    First you learn the native custom
    Soon a word of Spanish or two
    You know that you cannot trust them
    Cause they know they can't trust you

    Expatriated American feelin' so all alone
    Telling themselves the same lies
    that they told themselves back home

    Down to the Banana Republics
    Things aren't as warm as they seem
    None of the natives are buying
    any second hand American dreams

    Late at night you will find them
    In the cheap hotels and bars
    Hustling the senioritas
    while they dance beneath the stars
    Spending those renegade pesos
    On a bottle of rum and a lime
    Singing give me some words I can dance to
    Or a melody that rhymes

    Down to the Banana Republics
    Down to the tropical sun
    Go the expatriated Americans
    Hopin' to find some fun

  18. Southern Cross

    Southern Cross

    Got out of town on a boat goin' to southern islands.
    Sailing a reach before a followin' sea.
    She was makin' for the trades on the outside,
    And the downhill run to Papeete Bay.

    Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas.
    We got eighty feet of the waterline.
    Nicely making way.
    In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you.
    But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away.

    Think about how many times I have fallen,
    Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
    What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
    I have been around the world,
    Lookin' for that woman, girl,
    Who knows love can endure.
    And you know it will. And you know it will.

    When you see the Southern Cross for the first time,
    You understand now why you came this way.
    'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small.
    But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.

    So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dyin'.
    And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
    I have my ship and all her flags are a flyin'
    She is all that I have left and music is her name.

    Think about how many times I have fallen,
    Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
    What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
    I have been around the world,
    Lookin' for that woman, girl,
    Who knows love can endure.
    And you know it will. And you know it will.

    So we cheated and we lied and we tested
    And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do.
    You will survive being bested.
    But somebody fine will come along make me forget about loving you.
    At the Southern Cross.

  19. School Boy Heart

    School Boy Heart
    Jimmy Buffett & Matt Betton

    I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
    Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
    I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
    That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose

    I suppose the need to focus never arose
    So something like a Swiss Army knife, that's my life
    Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
    The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me
    Breakin' free, breakin' free

    "Cause I got a school boy heart, novelist eye
    Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
    I got a bartender ear and a beachcomber style
    Piratical nerve and a vaudevillian style

    I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi

    I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck
    With all hands spread all over the deck,--what the heck.
    Then some kind of unseen and unscrupulous mind
    Began to pick up what he could find, added ice
    Shook me twice, rolled the dice

    Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
    Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
    I got a native tongue from way down south
    It sits in the cheek of my Gulf coastal mouth

    I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
    Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
    I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
    That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose

    I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi,........

  20. A Pirate Looks At Forty

    PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTY
    Jimmy Buffett

    Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
    Wanted to sail upon your waters
    since I was three feet tall.
    You've seen it all, you've seen it all.

    Watch the men who rode you,
    Switch from sails to steam.
    And in your belly you hold the treasure
    that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
    Most of them dreams.

    Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
    The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
    I'm an over forty victim of fate
    Arriving too late, arriving too late.

    I've done a bit of smugglin'
    I've run my share of grass.
    I made enough money to buy Miami,
    But I pissed it away so fast,
    Never meant to last, never meant to last.

    I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
    I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
    But I've got to stop wishin',
    Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
    Just a few friends, just a few friends.

    Instrumental

    I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
    And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
    And still could manage a smile
    It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.

    Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
    My occupational hazard being my occupations
    just not around.
    I feel like I've drowned,
    Gonna head uptown.

  21. Take Me Out To The Ball Game

    Take Me Out to the Ball Game

    Take me out to the ball game,
    Take me out with the crowd.
    Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack,
    I don't care if I never get back,
    Let me root, root, root for the home team,
    If they don't win it's a shame.
    For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
    At the old ball game."

  22. The City

    The City

    Ahh
    Ah, ahh
    Ah, ahh

    As a child on the farm
    I was warned of the wiles of the city
    Of that demon disguise
    There's the dirt in the skies of the city

    Well they say the proximity warps their minds
    'Til they're shooting one another just to pass the time
    And we live it appears
    Both in spite and in fear of the city

    Ooh, ooh yeah
    Ooh

    I was constantly told
    How our lives were controlled by the city
    How they keep us in debt
    With the trends that they set it's a pity

    Now the beautiful people in the magazines
    Got the normal ones living beyond their means
    And the things that they said
    Made me go in my head to the city

    Ooh
    Ahh
    Ah, ahh
    Ah, ahh

    When I finally came
    There's some things still the same in the city
    You still lie under the thumb
    Of the rich and the young and the pretty

    Well they weren't much different than we might act
    If there was that many others stacked and closely packed
    It's an ancient idea
    But it struck me so clear in the city

    Oooh, ooh yeah
    Ooh, ooh yeah
    Ooh

    Ahh
    Ah, ahh
    Ah, ahh

  23. It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere

    It's Five O' Clock Somewhere

    The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow
    And so am I
    Work day passes like molasses in winter time
    But it's July

    Getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
    My boss just pushed me over the limit
    I could call him something
    Think I'll just call it a day

    Pour me something tall and strong
    Make it a hurricane before I go insane
    It's only half past twelve but I don't care
    It's five o'clock somewhere

    This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
    Half the night
    Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
    But, hey, that's all right

    I ain't had a day off now, in over a year
    My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
    If the phone's for me you can tell them
    I just sailed away

    Pour me something tall and strong
    Make it a hurricane before I go insane
    It's only half past twelve but I don't care
    It's five o'clock somewhere

    I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
    And be back to work before two
    At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
    What would Jimmy Buffett do

    Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say
    Pour me something tall and strong
    Make it a hurricane before I go insane
    It's only half past twelve but I don't care

    Pour me something tall and strong
    Make it a hurricane before I go insane
    It's only half past twelve but I don't care
    it's five o'clock somewhere

    But he don't care, I don't care
    Together
    It's five o'clock somewhere

  24. One Particular Harbour

    Jimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb

    IA ORA TE NATURA
    E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
    IA ORA TE NATURA
    E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

    Nature lives (life to nature)
    Have pity for the Earth
    (Love the Earth)

    I know I don't get there often enough
    But God knows I surely try
    It's a magic kind of medicine
    That no doctor could prescribe

    I used to rule my world from a pay phone
    And ships out on the sea
    But now times are rough
    And I got too much stuff
    Can't explain the likes of me

    Chorus:
    But there's this one particular harbour
    So far but yet so near
    Where I see the days as they fade away
    And finally disappear

    But now I think about the good times
    Down in the Caribbean sunshine
    In my younger days I was so bad
    Laughin' about all the fun we had

    I've seen enough to feel the world spin
    Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
    Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
    Listen to the singers make the world go 'round

    IA ORA TE NATURA
    E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
    IA ORA TE NATURA
    E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

    Lakes below the mountains
    Flow into the sea
    Like oils applied to canvas
    They permeate through me

    And there's that one particular harbour
    Sheltered from the wind
    Where the children play on the shore each day
    And all are safe within

    Most mysterious calling harbour
    So far but yet so near
    I can see the day when my hair's full gray
    And I finally disappear

    IA ORA TE NATURA
    E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
    IA ORA TE NATURA
    E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

    UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
    RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE

    Bounty of the land is exhausted
    But there's still abundance on the sea

  25. Margaritaville

    MARGARITAVILLE
    Jimmy Buffett

    Nibblin' on sponge cake,
    watchin' the sun bake;
    All of those tourists covered with oil.
    Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
    Smell those shrimp--
    They're beginnin' to boil.

    Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
    Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
    Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
    But I know it's nobody's fault.

    Don't know the reason,
    Stayed here all season
    With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
    But it's a real beauty,
    A Mexican cutie, how it got here
    I haven't a clue.

    Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
    Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
    Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
    Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.

    I blew out my flip flop,
    Stepped on a pop top;
    Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
    But there's booze in the blender,
    And soon it will render
    That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.

    Wasted away again in Margaritaville
    Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
    Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
    But I know, it's my own damn fault.
    Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault

  26. FINS
    Jimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran

    She came down from Cincinnati.
    It took her three days on the train.
    Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
    hoped to see the sun again.
    But now she lives down by the ocean.
    She's takin' care to look for sharks.
    They hang out in the local bars,
    And they feed right after dark.

    Chorus
    Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
    Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
    You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
    and you're the only bait in town.
    You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
    and you're the only girl in town.

    She's savin' up all of her money.
    Wants to head south in May;
    Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
    Somewhere down Montserrat way.
    But the money's good in the season;
    Helps to lighten her load.
    Boys keep her high as the months go by.
    She's gettin' postcards from the road.

    Chorus
    Sailed off to Antigua.
    It took her three days on a boat.
    Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
    Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
    But now she feels like a remora,
    'cause the school's still close at hand.
    Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
    of the sharks that can swim on the land.

  27. Scarlet Begonias

    Scarlet Begonias

    As I was walkin' round grosvenor square
    Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air
    From the other direction, she was calling my eye
    It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try

    She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
    And I knew without askin' she was into the blues
    She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
    I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls

    In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough
    She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff
    As I picked up my matches and was closing the door
    I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before

    Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong
    Seldom turns out the way it does in a song
    Once in a while you get shown the light
    In the strangest of places if you look at it right

    Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves
    Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues
    And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes
    I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by

    Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two"
    The sky was yellow and the sun was blue
    Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand
    Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band

  28. City Of New Orleans

    City Of New Orleans

    Riding on the city of New Orleans
    Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
    Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
    Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail

    All along the southbound odyssey
    The train pulled out at Kankakee
    And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
    Passin' trains that have no names
    And freight yards full of old black men
    And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

    Good morning, America
    How are you?
    Say don't you know me? I'm your native son
    I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
    And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

    Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car
    Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
    Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
    Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor

    And the sons of Pullman Porters
    And the sons of engineers
    Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
    Mothers with their babes asleep
    Are rockin' to the gentle beat
    And the rhythm of the rail is all they feel

    Good morning, America
    How are you?
    Say don't you know me? I'm your native son
    I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
    I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

    Nighttime on the city of New Orleans
    Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
    Half way home, we'll be there by morning
    Through the Mississippi darkness
    Rolling down to the sea

    But all the towns and people seem
    To fade into a bad dream
    And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
    The conductor sings his songs again
    The passengers will please refrain
    This train has got the disappearing railroad blues

    Good morning, America
    How are you?
    Say don't you know me? I'm your native son
    I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
    I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done