Lyrics

Nobody From Nowhere

I'm nobody from nowhere
You'd have ever heard of anyway
Ain't no city way down there
You could have heard a pin drop
Any time of day.

But I'm not sorry
I'm not sad
Tho it might take a whole day
Just to drive down there and visit
Not to worry
Not too bad
Nothin much to do
But that ain't such a hardship really is it?
When you're waiting for a car to drive by
Just so you can wave "Hello" "Hello" "Hello"
Staring at a starry night sky
Dreaming up some place to go, to go, to go

'til that day comes
I'll be here
alone without a care
Nobody, nobody from nowhere.

I'm nobody from nowhere
You'd have ever heard of anyhow
Ain't no reason
You should care
There's a P. O. box and a 4-way stop
farms and fields and cows
We're just waiting for a car to drive by
Just so you can wave hello hello hello hello
Staring at a starry night sky
Dreaming up some place to go, to go, to go, to go

'til that day comes
I'll be there
alone without a care
Nobody, nobody from nowhere.

Ahh, we're Waiting for a car to drive by
Just so I can wave hello... hello... hello... hello.
Staring at a starry night sky
Dreaming of some place to go to go to go
'til that day comes
I'll be there
alone without a care
Nobody, nobody from nowhere
Nobody, nobody from nowhere

Wings

I've been up around the stratosphere
At thirty-one thousand feet
I'm gonna fly on out of here
On wings that you can't see
If you're gonna fly high without fear
You're gonna have to learn to love the atmosphere
And you gotta learn to use those wings
You can't see.

I've been treading on the mountains of the moon
on a weekend wind
I've been lookin out for life on Mars
Ground control to Major Jim.
All these things could be yours too
If you just take another point of view
Everybody's got a pair of wings
They can't see.

I've got wings ... that you can't see
I have wheels on my feet
Way up high
I feel free
On these wings you can't see.

I don't need no runway
I've got fuel here in my bong
I can buzz the treetop flyer
Level all day long
Now I'm looking down on tiny cars
Tiny swimmers in the water and tiny beach bars
And all because of these wings
You can't see

I've got wings ... that you can't see
I have wheels on my feet
Way up high
I feel free
On these wings you can't see.

And maybe if you open up your mind
You might learn some things.
God only knows what you might find
Floatin' on those wings.
You can try to fly away from all your problems
I'm here to say that ain't the way to solve them
I can only help you with your wings you can't see

We have wings ... that we can't see
We have wheels on our feet
Way up high
We'll be free
On these wings we can't see.

You have wings
Look and see
Silver wings
Like Merle and me
Come on up
To cloud 9-B
Come on take a little taste of freedom
High up in the cloud-lined kingdom
Take a little trip on wings
That you can't see

Big Top

Just like Santa, I come around once a year
Time to break out all of your party gear
There'll be a jump up out on the lawn
Just look for those fins
Singin' along with your favorites once again.

Walkin' this tumultuous tight rope ain't no sweat
Nowhere else I'd rather be, you can bet
Workin without a net might seem severe
But if I fall I know it will appear.

And it's a big time under the big top
There's nothin' wrong with that
Rhumba-ing in my flipfops
I'm an assessory in front of the pack
Come on baby, let's rock
The circus has come to town
It's a big time under the big top
Don't you just love the sound.

Fortune tellers full of gossip and news
The tattoo man is wearing his points of view
Under the big top's where we all belong
Just a good vibe crowd happen to sing along

And it's a big time under the big top
Ain't nothing wrong with that
Dancing the part in my flipfops
Watching this three ring act
Come on baby, let's rock
The circus has come to town
It's a big time under the big top
Don't you love to move around?

Just like Santa I come around once a year
HO HO HO
Time to break out all of your party gear
There'll be a jump up out on the lawn
Just look for those fins
Left right left
Singing along with your favorites once again.

And it's a big time under the big top
Ain't noting wrong with that
Rhumba-ing in my flipflops
Watching this three-ring act
Come on baby, let's rock
The circus has come to town
It's a big time under the big top
Don't you just love the sound?
Love the sound
Move around

Da da da da da
Da da da da da

Beautiful Swimmers

Marilyn Monroe did a night shoot in a pool
Posing naked for a Playboy spread,
She was old, but she still was cool
When they wrapped right after midnight
and the crew went to the bar
Norma Jean just did the backstroke
Like she was reachin' for a falling star.

Beautiful swimmers
Know how to move
Slidin' 'cross the water like a steel guitar
Beautiful swimmers, stay in the groove
Riding constant currents, near and far.

Standing in a tidal pool just East of Baltimore Watching little blue crabs
Navigate the Eastern Shore
Every bayou, stream, and river
In time runs to the sea
Every tadpole,flounder,and softshell
Feels the choreography.

Beautiful swimmers
They know how to move
Sneakin' past the draggers and the oyster bars
Beautiful swimmers just feel the groove
Painting liquid brush strokes like Renoir.

I miss my dorsal fin
I can't explain
I'm a big fish out of water
Dwelling on the coastal plain.

Now if I was as rich as the Aga Khan
I'd tell you what I would do
Buy every man, woman and child on this planet
A mask and a snorkel too
Then I'd lead that wild migration
Destination Waimea Bay
Then we'd splash our way around the world
Life is just a water ballet

Come on you
Beautiful swimmers
You know how to move
Let's glide across the water like a steel guitar
Beautiful swimmers
Stay in the groove
Catching constant currents near and far.

Turn Up The Heat And Chill The Rosé

Up around the pole,
Where the penquin patrol
And the scientific gang
Need a cozy place to hang
There's a party in the makin'
And the igloos are a shakin'
At the top of the world today.

Six months of dark's a bummer
So they invent a little summer
It doesn't take much
Just a decorator's touch
In a tropical state of mind
And of course you add some wine
And that's when it's time to play.

So turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Take off your UGGS
And let your metatarsals play
Eventhough the South of France
Is 10,000 miles away
You can turn up the heat
And chill the rosé.

Yeah yeah hey
Yeah yeah hey
yeah yeah yeah

The grapes out on the ocean
Gonna feel some kind of motion
You don't want that pink wine bruisin'
When that juice boat starts cruisin'
You need some imagination
To deal with temperature fluctuation
Nobody wants to get burned.

I don't wanna be the last
And I'm surely not the first
But out in the Sahara
A man could die of thirst
So before I left for Africa
I planned for that mistaica
took rose from Porquerolles'
And coffee from Jamaica

So Turn up the heat
Chill the rose
Stretch out on the beach
And let your metatarsals play
Eventhough Le Select
Is 10,000 miles away
You'll survive the desert heat
If you chill the rosé.

No matter if your North
Or South of the Equator
You can pour it over ice
Or right from the 'frigerator
It's a message in a bottle
A tool to be cool
Cool cool cool...
Cool cool...

Now you know that outerspace
Is a very frigid place
There's nothing to sustain us
On the way out past Uranus
IF we're gonna ride these rockets
We need protein in our pockets
And a little wine for the ride.

So if you're looking for adventure
Don't forget about thirst quenchers
Life can be a banana split
It can also turn to shit
And if you're out of tweeter range
And the landscape's gettin' strange
Here's my advice to you...

Turn up the heat
and chill the rose
Take off your UGGS
And let your metatarsals play
Eventhough La Bete Nazelles???
Is 10,000 miles away
You'll survice the summer heat
If you chill the rosé

yeah Yeah hey
yeah yeah yeah
yeah hey hey

So turn up the heat
And Chill the rose
Stretch out on the beach
And let your metatarsals play
Eventhough the ocean's closin
And there's mountains of sorbet??
We'll survive this global warmin'
If we chill the rose

yeah hey hey
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Rosé!!

Summerzcool

You messed up, you read the paper
You accidentally watched the news
You inadvertently find yourself
In the vicinity of the blues

Bust your ass to get the good life
You make a habit out of overtime
When the big report card comes
Your priorities are way out of line

You need to go to summer school
Get to the beach or at least in the pool
Time to go to summer school
Remember what is and what is not cool

Time out for (time out) bad behavior
Time off, you've been under the gun
High time somebody told you
It's time to let those puppies run

What's up with this recession?
I refuse to participate
The answer to your burning question
Is dancing on your tailgate

It's time to go to summer school
Remember what is and is not cool
Oh, summer school
There is a time and a place to act like a fool
At summer school
Get your ass to a beach or at least to a pool
At summer school
Know when to keep and to break all the rules

Beer 101.
Sex 102.
Tune it in, turn it out
That's what I'm talking about

It's time to go to summer school
The courses are easy and there are no rules
At summer school
Remember what is and is not cool
You need to stay in summer school
This is the time and a place to act like a fool
Oh, summer school
Just know when to keep or break all the rules.

Rhumba Man

Well I'm the same old guy that I used to be
I haven't changed at all
I got the same old walk the same old talk
That can drive you up the wall
I got the same old face, same old smile and
And them same old baby blues
And I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
So I'm still the man for you

Cause I'm still doing the rhumba baby
I can't seem to quit
my mama catches us doing the rhumba
Mama would just pitch a fit
I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me
If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me

Well There are lots of guys on the floor tonight
With a lot slicker steps than me
They do the fins to the left fins to the right
Everyone could see
Now my step might be old fashioned
But that's alright with me
Cause I got a couple of rhumba steps
That you might like to see

I'm still doing the rhumba baby
I can't seem to quit
my mama catches us doing the rhumba
Mama would just pitch a fit
I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me
If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me

Now I don't lie
I'm the same old guy
I haven't changed at all
I got the same old promenade
The same old talk
That can run you up the wall
I got the same old face, I got the same old smile
I got the same old baby blues
Hey I'm still doin' the rhumba, baby
I'm still the man for you.

I'm still doing the rhumba baby
I can't seem to quit
my mama catches us doing the rhumba
Mama would just pitch a fit
I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me
If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me

I'm still doing the rhumba baby
I can't seem to quit
My mama catches us doing the rhumba
Mama would just pitch a fit
I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me
If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me.

Hey
If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me.
If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me.
Yes, Indeed
If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me.

We Learned To Be Cool From You

Friend, friend? we're at it again
Blastin off for Timbuktu
I said it before, I say it again
We learned to be cool from you

Hey lady, in the Mermaid Cafe
Bathed in a spotlight of blue
Singing those Sarah Vaughan songs until dawn
We learned to be cool from you.

Maybe I can parle a little Francais
Maybe I can even write a whole page a day
Do a crossword puzzle in a minute or two
But I learned to be cool from you.

Hey Mr Mustache, look what we've done
lived longer than we thought we could do
Through all of the games and all of our fame
We learned to stay cool from you
Hey there, Leonard and Willie on the stage
Still singing your songs pure and true
Who would have thought that time could be bought
We learned to stay cool from you

Maybe I can parle a little Francais
Maybe I can even write a whole page a day
Do a crossword puzzle in a minute or two
But I learned to be cool from you.

You said it's more about music and less about fame
You taught us it's ok to play without shame
It's more about life than the right thing to do
Hang on to the hullabaloo.

Hey Captain Walter, starin' for the stars
Always knowing that your vision was true
It was your sign-off note that kept us afloat
We learned to be cool from you.

Maybe I can parle beaucoup Francais
Maybe I can still write a whole page a day
Do a crossword puzzle in a second or two
But I learned to be cool from you.
I learned to be cool from you.

Surfing In A Hurricane

I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
I feel like makin' love in the pourin' rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
I don't need to explain
I feel like goin' surfing in a hurricane.

We left the bar last night about half past eight
Down to the Alabama shore, not the Aloha state
This storm may turn, it was too late
And we ain't the kind to evacuate
The impact zone is callin' out my name

Sea monster night pulling nothing but pride or fear
St Christopher might not get our asses outta here
Flooded roads and trailer parks
And maybe a tornado lurkin' in the dark
The perfect life to ride into eternity

I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
I feel like makin' love in the pouring rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
I don't need to explain
I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane.

The waves were hard, the seas were high
Wicked thunderbolts flashed in my eyes
We swam out to the sandbar in the dark
Howling at the moon, cussin' at the sharks

I made the first drop and my cojones were in my throat
Then the second wave launched me like a rocket
That's all she wrote
Upside down, water on the brain
End on the bottom, but feelin' no pain
Screamin' like a deamon, paddlin' out again

I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
I feel like makin' love in the pourin' rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
There's no need to explain
I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane

I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
I feel like makin' love in the pourin' rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
I got no fear in my brain
I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane

I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane

Let's paddle out boys
Killer surf ...and I mean killer
Let's go!

Surfin' in a hurricane
Surfin' in a hurricane

Life Short Call Now

Billboards promise paradise
And tattoos "done while you wait"
Possible futures all laid out
On the sweeping curve of the interstate
On the sweeping curve of the interstate

Got no city, got no land
Got no lover, got no wife
How many ways to say goodbye
Can one man fit in a nomad life?
Can one man fit in a nomad life?

Life short-call now
Life Short-call now
Life short-call now
Life short-call now.

Lone car waves, then it wanes
Leaves only voices in the hall
And in the room next door to mine
The bed is banging on the wall
The bed is banging on the wall.

You've no idea how I long
For even one loving caress
For you to step into my heart
Without deception or duress
Without deception or duress

Life short-call now
Life short-call now
Life Short-call now
Life short-call now.

Buffet Hotel

Well the train slipped in to the station
A worn out steel blue soul
A relic from colonial days
When the French were still in control

It's an outpost in transition
Where the faithful in the bar
Know from the whistle and the squeekin' wheel
That the next stop is Dakar

Talk on the radio Talk on the Street
Talk of men with money loco from the heat
Talk about the rail band
Pickin up the beat
We left that crazy union
With the headlights on the jeep

And there's history on that jukebox
Where the spies and scoundrels dwell
It was the place to go
In Bamako
Di-rec-cion Buffet Hotel
Di rec cion Buffet Hotel

Now we're lost in the Sahara
For hours north of Tombouctou
Looking for a nomad who knows
Or maybe some wandering Jew

And we heard that Taurog combo?
We had come so very far
And we were welcomed out of history
By the wind, sand and the stars.

Sand in the couscous
Sand in the wine
There was sand in my guitar case
And stories in my mind
Machine guns on the hilltop
Camels in my tent
Buried in a sandstorm
As the music came and went

Well we crawled out of that desert
And the storm erased our tracks
The Sahara showed her heart to us
And then she took it back

Well we made it back to Bamako
Before that last call bell
We bought rounds for all our newfound friends
WE owned Buffet Hotel
Laissez les bon temps rouler
Tout le monde

I recall dipomats
And hookers
I saw strangers diggin' wells
And for that one great night in Bamako
We owned Buffet Hotel.

A Lot To Drink About

Hey, have you noticed that the world has changed
That world is all bad
I think it's time for a song about that.

Up on the East side of Manhattan,
They're still dancing with the stars.
While over in sub prime city,
It's getting ugly in the local bars
Watching the news only gives me the blues
There's too much going wrong.
It takes the likes of me to hit the reboot key
and write a high speed drinking song.

Millionaires losin' everything.
Hey, welcome to the other side of life!
There goes the yacht, there goes the Rolls,
But, you get to keep your wife!
And don't forget the automakers
swimming up stream like a trout.
They let the shit the fan
and then they made a plan
We've got a- a lot to drink about.

It's the price of oil,
the war of the spoils.
Where's your bucket for the big bailout?
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
We've got a lot to drink about.

Now, Madoff made off with all the money.
And his clients are down to skunk weed.
Repeat after me, it's so easy to see
We're only talking simple greed.
And those Somalian pirates are counting all their gold.
While Bush and Cheney ain't around
and all the good lookers seem to be Russian hookers
from Key West to London town.

It's the price of oil,
war of the spoils.
Here's your bucket for the big bailout?
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
We've got a lot to drink about.

So pour me some Tennessee whiskey,
pour me a fine Jamaican rum.
That loud mouth soup
can get ya kind of looped
Tequila, of course I'll have some!

Well the family devalues
and little children count their net worth
and the truth wherever it's hiding,
can't be found on Google Earth.
Citibank's buying jets with our money.
I wanna flog ‘em with a buggy whip.
Let's hope Barack and Joe won't let the volcano blow
and patch the hole in our sinking ship.

There's the price of oil,
the war of the spoils.
Here's your bucket for the big bailout?
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
We've got a lot to drink about.

Recession, Opression, Depression good God
CNN keeps bummin' me out.
I can't take another doomsday minute.
Got a lot to drink, a lot to think,
a lot to drink about.

God bless America.

Bama Breeze

AT THE BAMA BREEZE
YOU CAN DRINK SOME BEER DOWN HERE
ARGUE, LAUGH, AND CHEER DOWN THERE
PASS ANOTHER YEAR DOWN THERE

JIMMY GOT CAUGHT SMOKIN' A JOINT OUT BEHIND THE BAR
SITTIN' IN HIS CAR AND THEY TOOK HIM TO JAIL
TIP JAR PAID HIS BAIL
1984 MICK JAGGER PASSED THROUGH TOWN
BOUGHT THE HOUSE A ROUND AND SIGNED HIS NAME ON THE WALL
IN THE LADIES BATHROOM STALL

AT THE BAMA BREEZE
I TURNED 21 DOWN THERE
HAD TOO MUCH FUN DOWN THERE
STUMBLED OUT WITH THE SUN DOWN THERE

SATURDAY NIGHTS THE BOUNCER GRADY
LETS THE LADIES IN FREE WITH A FAKE ID
AND A SHORT ENOUGH SKIRT, HE FIGURES WHAT'LL IT HURT
SECOND SET THE OWNER LULU GETS UP WITH THE BAND
A BEER IN HIS HANDAND SINGS FREE BIRD SLOW
THEN SHE RAISES A TOAST, HERE'S TO RONNIE AND THE BOYS
NOW EVERYBODY MAKE SOME NOISE

AT THE BAMA BREEZE
YOU'RE ONE OF OUR OWN DOWN THERE
YOU'LL NEVER DRINK ALONE DOWN THERE
GOOD GOD I FEEL AT HOME DOWN THERE

AT THE BAMA BREEZE
YOU'RE ONE OF OUR OWN DOWN THERE
YOU'LL NEVER DRINK ALONE DOWN THERE
GOOD GOD I FEEL AT HOME DOWN THERE

© 2006 Sony/ATV Tues LLC, Big Purple Dog Music (ASCAP) & Create Real Music (ASCAP)
& Scrambler Music (ASCAP), a Division of Carnival Music Group. All rights on behalf of Sony/ATV Tunes LLC and Big Purple Dog Music admin by Sony/ATV Music Publishing. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Party At The End Of The World

When you feel like a written off actor on Deadwood
About to get fed to the pigs
When that preacher's bus from hell blasting just cow bell
Parks itself in front of your digs

There's a place you can go, called Tierra Del Fuego
Down in the Southern Hemisphere
It's kind of Troy without Helen, past the straits of Magellan
And things are always lookin' up down here

1st Chorus
There's a party at the end of the world
Where the locals do that tango twirl
Forget the Temples in Nepal
Cancel the fete in Montreal
There's a party at the end of the world

2nd Verse

Well it seems like I've run out of reasons to be here
So I'm just gonna steal from myself
If your attitude's appalling, there's a latitude that's calling
Get yourself past that continental shelf

Now the band that we hired is playing quite inspired
Singing eskimos and eunuchs from Bangkok
And the location's so nice, we'll never run out of ice
'Cause Antartica is just around the block

2nd Chorus
There's a party at the end of the world-end of the world
Where the the locals do that tango twirl-tango twirl
Now don't make that big mistaica
And wind up with Miss Jamaica
There's a party at the end of the world

Bridge :
Flying machines, yellow sub-a-marines
French girls in cowboy decour- - D'accord -
RSVP isn't needed you see
And they all just be screaming for more-AMOUR

Instrumental

3rd Verse
In case you haven't heard things are getting quite absurd
Nothing really shocks us that's for sure
Roadside bombers and tsunamis Oh God how I miss those Commies
No-one seems to play fair anymore

But I've spoken to the yogies and had some meetings with my roadies
Who tell that arrangements are complete
Just below the roaring forties I am going to fly some sorties
You'd best arrange that cherished window seat

3rd Chorus
To the party at the end of the world
Where the locals do the tango twirl
I don't care about - the Rapture -
When there's native girls to capture
There's a party at the end of the world

Who cares if there's no - playa -
We'll still be rockin in Ushuaia
At the party at the end
You surely must attend
The party at the end of the world

© 2006 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Little Flock Music (BMI) & Alsation Music (BMI) admin by Bug Music & Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) admin by Bluewater Music Inc.

Weather With You

Walking 'round the room singing
Stormy Weather
at 57 Mt. Pleasant St.
Now it's the same room but everything's different
You can fight the sleep but not the dream

Things ain't cookin' in my kitchen
Strange affliction wash over me
Julius Caesar and the Roman Empire
Couldn't conquer the blue sky

There's a small boat made of china
Going nowhere on the mantlepiece
Do I lie like a loungeroom lizard
Or do I sing like a bird released

Everywhere you go
You always take the weather with you
Everywhere you go
You always take the weather with you

Everybody's On The Phone

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE, RHYTHM OF A DRUM
SMOKE SIGNALS AND TELEGRAPHS
MADE THE AIRWAYS HUM
BUT THAT'S ALL ANCIENT HISTORY
LIKE BONGS AND LINCOLN LOGS
NO WE'RE LIVING LIKE THE JETSONS
IN A WACKY WIRELESS FOG
TALKIN' SQUAWKIN' HAWKIN'
WHO KNOWS IF ANYBODY'S GETTING' THROUGH

TOASTERS TALK TO CRACKBERRIES
BOSTON TO BOMBAY
TEENAGE SCHEMES ARE MA BELLS DREAMS
AS THE MINUTES TICK AWAY

WE ACT LIKE CRAZY PEOPLE
TALKING TO OURSELVES
CRASHING CARS FOR CONVERSATION
BUT THAT SHIT FLIES OFF THE SHELVES
THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY'S
CRAWLING LIKE AN LA TRAFFIC JAM

CHORUS
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE
SO CONNECTED AND ALL ALONE
FROM THE PIZZA BOY TO SOCIALITE
WE ALL SALUTE THE SATELLITE
WON'T YOU TEXT ME WITH THE MASTER PLAN
YOU'RE LOUD AND CLEAR BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND
I'M A DIGITAL EXPLORER IN ANALOG ROAM
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE

DO YOU REMEMBER DIALING UP
YES, I REMEMBER WELL
NOW I CAN'T GO ANYWHERE
WITHOUT THAT SACRED CELL

I THINK THAT I MIGHT DIE IF I MISS ANYTHING AT ALL
TEXT ME, SEND ME EMAIL, LINK ME UP GIVE ME A CALL
I'M A.D.D. ON AOL AND TRYING TO READ THE WRITING
ON THE WALL

CHORUS

EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE
SO CONNECTED AND ALL ALONE
FROM THE PIZZA BOY TO SOCIALITE
WE ALL SALUTE THE SATELLITE
WON'T YOU TEXT ME WITH THE MASTER PLAN
YOU'RE LOUD AND CLEAR BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND
I'M A DIGITAL EXPLORER IN ANALOG ROAM
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE

INSTRUMENTAL

NOW I'M A REAL JUNGLE JUMPER,
I'M A MEGAHERTZ MAN
I SWING FROM TREE TO TREE
ON THE VERY LATEST PLAN
ON THE DOWNLOAD
IN THE DROPOUT ZONES
IN EVERY MAJOR CITY CROSS THE LAND
I GOT BOB MARLEY ON MY RINGTONE
GET UP STAND UP
REACH OUT TOUCH SOMEBODY, MAN

CHORUS

EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE
SO CONNECTED AND ALL ALONE
FROM THE PIZZA BOY TO SOCIALITE
WE ALL SALUTE THE SATELLITE
WON'T YOU TEXT ME WITH THE MASTER PLAN
YOU'RE LOUD AND CLEAR BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND
I'M A DIGITAL EXPLORER IN ANALOG ROAM
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE

I'M A DIGITAL EXPLORER IN AN ANALOG FOAM
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE

© 2006 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Little Flock Music (BMI) & Alsation Music (BMI) admin by Bug Music & Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) admin by Bluewater Music Inc.

Whoop De Doo

If I'm over the moon
It's because I'm over you
A day at a time
And I'm tickety-boo
I don't carry on
The way I used to
Whoop de doo
Whoop de doo

If I'm doing great
It's because when I get home
I don't go straight
Straight to my answer phone
And the tears don't come
The way they used to
Whoop de doo
Whoop de doo

So many little things
Are so much better now
They were only the little things
anyhow

If I'm over the moon
It's because that's what i am
Funny that once
Once-I used to give a damn
And I'd do anything
In the whole wide world for you
Whoop de doo
Whoop de doo

Anything
Anything you'd want me to
Whoop de doo
Whoop de doo

© 2004 Will Decide Ltd (PRS). All rights in the USA and Canada controlled and administered by Almo Music Corp. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Nothin' But A Breeze

Life is just too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
Others figure tea's too strong
I'm the type of guy who likes it right down the middle
I don't like all this bouncing back and forth
Me I want to live with my feet in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue north

In a small suburban garden
Not a single neighbor knows our name
I know the woman wishes we could move somewhere
Where the houses aren't all the same
Jimmy I wish you would take me where the grass is greener
I really couldn't say where it may be
Somewhere high on a mountaintop
Or down by the deep blue sea

There we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothin' but a breeze

One day soon I'll be a grandpa
All the pretty girls will call me Sir
Now where they're asking me how things are
Soon they'll ask me how things were
I don't mind being a longboarding grandpa
If you will be my awesome grandma
I suggest we have a little cool conch salad
In the shade down in old Nassau

There we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothin' but a breeze

Life is just too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smooth tequila
Others figure tea's too strong
Now I'm the type of guy that likes it right down the middle
I don't like all this bouncing back and forth
Me I want to live with my feet in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue north
Me I want to live with my flip flops in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue north

© 1977 WB Music Corp. (ASCAP) & Hot Kitchen Music (ASCAP).
All rights admin by WB Music Corp. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Cinco De Mayo In Memphis

Meanwhile down on Beale Street
Drinkin' in a Beale Street Bar
There's a fog rollin' off the Mississippi
Has anybody seen Arkansas

The deckhands from the towboats
Came ashore wearin' Mexican shoes
Headed straight for Graceland
It was the first thing they wanted to do

Chorus
Cinco De Mayo in Memphis
Mariachis singin' the blues
Soul sisters huggin' senoritas
All sportin' blue suede shoes

Pork pie hats and sombreros
Hangin' on a downtown street
Swingin' pool cues at piñatas
Don't that river smell sweet

They all came to get'em some Memphis
A little somethin' for their soul
Lowriders lined up with limousines hey
They all came to rock-and-roll

Cinco De Mayo in Memphis
Mariachis singin' the blues
Southern Belles and senoritas
All sportin' blue suede shoes

Cinco De Mayo in Memphis
Mariachis singin' the blues
Soul sisters huggin' senoritas
All sportin' blue suede shoes

© 2006 EMI April Music Inc. & Pagan Idol Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music. All Rights Reserved. International copyright secured. Used by permission.

Reggabilly Hill

I DON'T KNOW IF I WAS DREAMIN'
I DON'T KNOW IF IT WAS REAL
EVERYTHING WAS MOVIN'
YET EVERYTHING WAS STILL

PEOPLE CAME FROM EVERYWHERE
AND NOONE FELT A CHILL
THEY LINGERED IN THE VALLEY
DOWN BY REGGABILLY HILL

THEY CAME ACROSS THE WATER
THEY CAME ACROSS THE SAND
EVERYONE WAS SINGING
OH YOU SHOULD HAVE HEARD THE BAND
SONG OF ADORATION OF THE EVERLASTING WILL
GATHERED THEM TOGETHER THERE ON REGGABILLY HILL

CHORUS

OCEAN DEEP MOUNTAIN HIGH
AND THE RIVER OF BLOOD FLOWED DOWN
POURIN' OUT FROM A WOUND THAT WOULD NOT HEAL
ALWAYS AND FOREVER WE'LL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS

WELL THE ONES WHO HAD IT ALL
AND THE ONES WHO MADE A NAME
WALKIN' SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE NAKED AND THE LAME
HUNGRY LITTLE CHILDREN ATE UNTIL THEY HAD THEIR FILL
THEN THEY TUMBLED IN THE CLOVER DOWN BY REGGABILLY HILL

OCEAN DEEP MOUNTAIN HIGH
AND THE RIVER OF BLOOD FLOWED DOWN
POURIN' OUT FROM A WOUND THAT WOULD NOT HEAL
ALWAYS AND FOREVER WE'LL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS

ON THE TOP OF THE HILL THEY WERE DANCIN' THROUGH A FIRE
WHIRL AWAY THEIR SORROW AS THEY MOVE A LITTLE HIGHER
SLOWLY MAKIN' CIRCLES THROUGH THE PURPLE SKY UNTIL
YOU COULD BARELY SEE THEM WAVING DOWN ON REGGABILLY HILL

OCEAN DEEP MOUNTAIN HIGH
AND THE RIVER OF BLOOD FLOWED DOWN
POURIN' OUT FROM A WOUND THAT WOULD NOT HEAL
ALWAYS AND FOREVER WE'LL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS

ALWAYS AND FOREVER

Elvis Presley Blues

I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
Day that he died

I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
Day that he died

Just a country boy
That combed his hair
And he put on a shirt his Mama made and he went on the air

And he shook it like a chorus girl
And he shook it like a Harlem queen
And he shook it like a midnight rambler Baby
Like you never seen
Never seen

I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
Day that he died
How he took it all out of black and white
Grabbed his wand in the other hand and he held on tight

And he shook it like a hurricane
He shook it like to make it break
And he shook it like a Holy Roller Baby
With his soul at stake
His soul at stake

I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
Day that he died
He was alone on a long decline
Thinkin' how happy John Henry was that he fell down and died

When he shook it and it rang like silver
He shook it and it shined like gold
He shook it and he beat that steam drill Baby
Well bless my soul
Bless my soul

I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died

© 2001 Irving Music Inc./Say Uncle Music (BMI) &
Cracklin' Music (BMI) admin by Bug Music (BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Hula Girl At Heart

She owns a window to the ocean
She has a pipeline to the sky
But earthly creatures rarely notice
When Guardian Angels pass them by

Like a gecko behind a painting
With hidden wisdom to impart
In a world that needs more dancing
She's a hula girl at heart
Photographs show she is lovely
Her bare feet are a work of art
Her fragrance speaks of frangipani
Yes she's still a hula girl at heart

With her pad and watercolors
Drawing fish and butterflies
Children always seem to conjure
Images they recognize
In the land beside the ocean
Where romantics seem to dwell
Destiny can set in motion
Ripples that turn into swells
She knows how to face the music
She knows where the magic starts
In a world that needs more dancing
She's still a hula girl at heart

Songs sing slow
Days zoom by
Time can't keep her
Nor can I

She has worn a wealth of costumes
Hula skirt to wedding gown
Lived in cities walked through jungles
Always sees the sun go down

In this age of teeming tourists
Fellow travelers know her well
The darling of deserted beaches
Hides her wisdom in a shell
Her sensual and easy motion
Seems impossible to chart
In a world that needs more dancing
She's still a hula girl at heart

© 2006 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Little Flock Music (BMI) &
Alsation Music (BMI), admin by Bug Music & Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) admin by Bluewater Music Inc.

Wheel Inside The Wheel

The parade of souls is marching across the sky
Their heat and their light bathed in blue as they march by
The All Stars play "When the Saints Go Marching In"
A second line forms and they wave white hankies in the wind

Satchmo takes a solo, and he flashes his million dollar smile
Marie Laveau promenades with Oscar Wilde
Big Funky Stella twirls her little red umbrella to the beat
As the soul parade winds its way down Eternity Street

Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
So, ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

Mardi Gras Indians chant in the streets at sundown
Spyboy meets Spyboy, and Big Chief meets Big Chief uptown
They circle and sway in their rainbow colored feathers and beads
They prance like peacocks, children of slavery freed

Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
Roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

The Krewe of the Crossbones parades into the midnight sun
They march through the fire and come out beating homemade drums
While the French Quarter Queens in their high-heeled drag disguise
Sing "Over the Rainbow" 'til Judy Garland quivers and sighs

Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

Flambeau dancers light the walkway to Jean Pierre's
There's a party tonight and all the girls are gonna be there
Sipping wormwood concoctions, drinking absinthe and talking trash
It's a red carpet, black tie, all night, celestial bash

Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
I said roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
Yeah, roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

© 2005 Mary Gauthier Songs admin by Melanie Howard Music, Inc. (ASCAP). Used by permission. International Copyright secured. All rights reserved.

Silver Wings

Don't leave me I cry, don't take that airplane ride
But you locked me out of your mind left me
Standing here behind

Silver wings shining in the sunlight
Roaring engines headed somewhere in flight
They're taking you away, leaving me lonely
Silver wings slowly fading out of sight

Don't leave me I cry, don't take that airplane ride
But you locked me out of your mind left me
Standing here behind

Silver wings shining in the sunlight
Roaring engines headed somewhere in flight
They're taking you away

Leaving me lonely
Silver wings slowly fading out of sight
Silver wings slowly fading out of sight

© 1978 Sony/ATV Songs LLC dba Tree Publishing. All rights administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On

I bought a cheap watch from the crazy man
Floating down Canal
It doesn't use numbers or moving hands
It always just says now
Now you may be thinking that I was had
But this watch is never wrong
And if I have trouble the warranty said
Breathe in breathe out move on

And it rained
It was nothing really new
And it blew
We've seen all that before
And it poured
The earth began to strain
Pontchartrain
Leaking through the door
Tides at war

If a hurricane doesn't leave you dead
It will make you strong
Don't try to explain just nod your head
Breathe in breathe out move on

And it rained
It was nothing really new
And it blew
We've seen all that before
And it poured
The earth began to strain
Ponchartrain
Buried the Ninth Ward
To the second floor

According to my watch the time is now
The past is dead and gone
Don't try to shake it just nod your head
Breathe in breathe out move on
Don't try to explain it just bow your head
Breathe in breathe out move on

© 2005 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Vernon Dubusque Music (BMI)

Hey Good Lookin'

Hey, hey, good lookin',
Whatcha got cookin'?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
Hey, hey, sweet baby,
Don't you think maybe
We could 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 dancin's free,
If you wanna have fun come along with me.
Hey, good lookin',
Whatcha got cookin'?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?

I'm free and I'm ready,
Maybe we can go steady.
How's about savin' all your time for me?
No more lookin',
I know I've been tookin'.
How's about keepin' steady company?

Well I'm gonna throw my date-book over the fence
find me one for five or ten cents.
I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age
'Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page.
Hey, hey, good lookin',
Whatcha got cookin'?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?

© 1951 Sony/ATV Songs LLC and Hiriam Music. All rights obo Sony/ATV Songs LLC adm by Sony/ATV Music Publishing.

Boats To Build (with Alan Jackson)

Boats To Build
By Guy Clark/Verlon Thompson
(with Alan Jackson)
PERMISSION TO PUBLISH PENDING

License To Chill (with Kenny Chesney)

Work, work, work
Big pile of it and the boss is a jerk
Just want to disappear
Wishin' I was somewhere other than here
Livin' for the weekend
Jump right off the deep end
With just enough money to buy

CHORUS

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

CHORUS

For a license to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run roll around
In the sun until
Trouble turns funny and songs get sung
With a little bit of money the night's still young
Leave me alone I 've got a license
License to chill

A license to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run roll around
In the sun until
Trouble turns funny and songs get sung
A one note samba lasts all night long
Leave me alone I 've got a license
License to chill

© 2004 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Wordfarmer Music (ASCAP) & Stairway to Bittner's Music (BMI) and Songs of Windswept Pacific (BMI) all rights on behalf of Stairway to Bittner's Music and administered by songs of Windswept Pacific.

Coast Of Carolina

Little roadside restaurant we artfully complain
Groovy tells the waitress that his chicken died in vain
Most every day goes by according to design
I live this dream but still it seems I have you on my mind

From the bottom of my heart
Off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I believe we found our stride
And the walls that won't come down
We can decorate or climb or find some way to get around
Cause I'm still on your side
From the bottom of my heart

I can't see the future but I know it's comin' fast
It's not that hard to wind up knee deep in the past
It's come a lot of Mondays
Since the phone booth that first night
Through years and miles and tears and smiles
I want to get it right

CHORUS

From the bottom of my heart
Off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I believe we found our stride
And the walls that won't come down
We can decorate or climb or find some way to get around
Cause I'm still on your side
From the bottom of my heart

INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE

These days I'm up about the time I used to go to bed
Living large was once the deal, now I watch the stars instead
They are timeless and predictable unlike most things that I do
But I tell the wind and my old friend I'm headed home to you

CHORUS

From the bottom of my heart
Off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I believe we found our stride
And the walls that won't come down
Hell we can decorate or climb or find some way to get around
Cause I'm still on your side
From the bottom of my heart
From the bottom of my heart

© 2004 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Wordfarmer Music (ASCAP)

Piece Of Work (with Toby Keith)

I'm a piece of work, I'm iron and lace
I'm shy, right up there 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, restless jerk
Lord have mercy, I'm a piece of work

Well, the lord made me on a long thin limb
Made sure I'd remember 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
Ever better, bad to worse
Down to the letter I'm a piece of work

I’m a piece of work, I'm an angel's 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 I'm a piece of work

I'm a dreadful sight and I just don't care
Spent all morning pulling out my hair
I woke at dawn with a crazy spin
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, what a piece of work

I'm a piece of work, I'm a lovesick boy
Cloth cap, caviar and corduroy
All over the map, just a-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
Good god almighty I'm a piece of work
I'm a piece of work
I'm a piece of work
I'm a piece of work

© 2002 Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) Adm by Bluewater Music Services Corp.

Anything, Anytime, Anywhere

Tomorrow may come
It usually does
Don't know what it brings
To the two of us
I just want you to know
What I'm ready to do
Anything, anytime, anywhere, for you

When I'm holding you tight
You give me the power
To burn like a torch
In the darkest hour
Tell me what you need
I will surely come through
Anything, anytime, anywhere for you

VERSE INSTRUMENTAL

Passion runs deep
It's scary sometime
When it's larger than life
For your piece of mind
It's got me all insane
I'm not sorry that's true
Anything, anytime, anywhere for you
Anything, anytime, anywhere for you
Anything, anytime, anywhere for you

INSTRUMENTAL OUT

© 1992 Golden Mountain Music Corp. (SOCAN)

Trip Around The Sun (with Martina McBride)

Here I'm singin' happy birthday
Better think about the about the wish I make
This year gone by ain't been a piece of cake
Everyday's a revolution
Pull it together and it comes undone
Just one more candle and a trip around the sun

CHORUS

I'm just hangin' on while this old world keeps spinning
And it's good to know it's out of my control
If there's one thing that I've learned from all this livin'
Is that it wouldn't change a thing if I let go

No you never see it comin'
Always wind up wonderin' where it went
Only time will tell if it was time well spent
It's another revelation
Celebrating what I should have done
With these souvenirs of my trip around the sun

CHORUS

I'm just hangin' on while this old world keeps spinning
And it's good to know it's out of my control
If there's one thing that I've learned from all this livin'
Is that it wouldn't change a thing if I let go

INSTRUMENTAL

Yes I'll make a resolution
That I'll never make another one
Just enjoy this ride on my trip around the sun
Just enjoy this ride

INSTRUMENTAL

© 1999 Mighty Nice Music, Inc. adm by Bluewater Music Services Corp.(BMI)/Al Andersongs adm by Bluewater Music Services Corp.(BMI) /Brutunes adm by Bug Music (BMI)

Simply Complicated

Simply Complicated
By Jimmy Buffett/Bill Withers

When you find out things about yourself
That you hadn't ought to know
When your grandma calls and books you
On the Jerry Springer show
And you find out you and your wife of ten years
Just might be related
Brother, life's not over it's just
Simply complicated

There's other situations that might
Challenge you I guess.
When your daughter tries out for the football team
And your son tries on her dress
And you start to think that the devil's in charge
Of how you're situated
Life is still worth living it's just
Simply complicated

Chorus
Life is complicated with its
Ifs and ands and buts
It's alright to be crazy,
Just don't let it drive you nuts

My daughter wants to go on dates,
I think I'll let her go.
But she better not be moving at
The moving picture show
Or stop by all those conky tonks and
Get inebriated.
Ain't at all a caution, it's just
Simply complicated

Now I'm having a big problem
With my present day career
My ship she has a rudder
But I don't know where to steer
Am I country, pop or rock and roll
I know they are related
I'll just let you be the judge
Of simply complicated

Life is complicated with it
Ifs and ands and buts
It's alright to be crazy,
Just don't let it drive you nuts

© 2004 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Bleunig Music (ASCAP)

Coastal Confessions

Well I'm a tidal pool explorer
From the days of my misspent youth
I believe that down on the beach
Where the seagulls preach
Is where the Chinese buried the truth so I dig in the sand with my misguided hands
And if I dig deep enough
Hell I just might dig it up
Talkin' 'bout treasure
Talkin' 'bout pleasure
Talkin' 'bout love

Now I'm a reader of the night sky
And a singer of inordinate tunes
That's how I float across time
Livin' way past my prime
Like a long lost baby's balloon

So I hang on to the string
Work that whole gravity thing
But when my spaceship goes pop
Back to the earth I will drop
Into the sea or the limbs of a tree
Or the wings of my love

CHORUS

And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe invent me a story or two
I've got coastal confessions to make
How 'bout you
How 'bout you

They say that time is like a river
And stories are the key to the past
But now I'm stuck in between
Here at my typing machine
Tryin' to come up with some words that will last

It's so easy to see that we live history
And if I just find the beat
I know I'll land on my feet
I always do hadn't got a clue
Does it come from above

And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe invent me a story or two
I've got coastal confessions to make
How 'bout you
How 'bout you

BRIDGE

So bless me father yes I have sinned
Given the chance I'll prob'ly do it again
I don't need absolution just a simple solution will do

So let's talk about the future
Or the consequences of my past
I've got scars, I've got lines
I'm not hard to define
Just an altar boy coverin' his ass
I know I can't run and hide
But just hang on for the ride
There will be laughter and tears
As you progress through the years
But still it's fun hey I'm not done
Gonna dance till I fall

CHORUS

And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe have me a boat drink or two
It's good for coastal confessions I hear
Tell the truth
Tell the truth

I've got some coastal confessions to make
How 'bout you
How 'bout you
How 'bout you
How 'bout you

© 2004 Coral Reefer Music (BMI)

Sea Of Heartbreak (with George Strait)

The lights in the harbor
Don't shine for me
I'm like a lost ship
Lost on the sea

CHORUS

The sea of heartbreak,
Lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress,
So divine,
I wish you were mine
Again my dear
I'm on a sea of tears...
A sea of heartbreak

How did I lose you
Where did I fail
Why did you leave me
Always to sail

CHORUS

BRIDGE

Oh, what I'd give to sail back to shore
Back to your arms once more
So come to my rescue
Come here to me
Take me and keep me
Away from this sea

CHORUS

The sea of heartbreak

© 1960, © renewed 1988 Casa David (ASCAP), Shapiro, Bernstein & Co., Inc.

Conky Tonkin' (with Clint Black)

Bella was bored to death with South Beach
Not one celebrity spotted in days
She was tired of her mood
Lunchin' on vegan food
She was tired of just soakin' up rays then she saw him pull up to the stoplight
In an old ragtop that she couldn't name
He said "hop inside I'm headin' south take a ride
I'm just the next man that you're gonna blame"
U.S. 1, headin' down U.S. 1

Lenny said how 'bout lunch in Key Largo
There's a fish sandwich place down the road
Kinda out in the sticks
But we can be back by six
And never leave our area code

Well geography wasn't her strong point
She'd never been past the Dadeland mall
So they stopped on the way
Lenny was happy to pay
For her new thong and purple beach ball

CHORUS

They're goin' conky tonkin'
Cruisin' on a weekend buzz
Really conky tonkin'
Doin' it just because

BRIDGE

Havin' too much fun to turn back
They were explorers in a hot rod Ford
They counted seabirds and cars
Stopped at all the cool bars
Harmonically they struck a chord

Stop! What was that
Somewhere in the middle of the Seven Mile Bridge
He said bella do you want to see the rest
She said "I haven't a care
Lenny, just take me there"
And they drove on all the way to Key West

Well she'd never seen anything like it
In all of her twenty-six years
Bella was feeling the groove
Lenny was makin' his move
They were quite a pair of pioneers

CHORUS

They're goin' conky tonkin'
Cruisin' down U.S. 1
They'll be conky tonkin'
Tryin' to catch up with the sun

CHORUS

They'll be conky tonkin'
Their engine is about to explode
Goin' conky tonkin'
Hey they'll meet you at the end of the road

DIALOGUE

© 2004 Coral Reefer Music (BMI)

Playin' The Loser Again (with Bill Withers)

Don't break my heart again
Let it end
You don't love me
Don't make me start again
This achin' in my heart

Don't make me hope again
Knowin' when you've grown tired of me
That you'll just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playin' the loser again

Don't give me hope, then take it away
'Cause I'll show my weakness and beg you to stay
Don't give me something to build all around
Then just for a thrill, you tear it all down

Don't make me dream again
It's a sin to make love to me
And then just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playin' the loser again

Don't give me hope, then take it away
'Cause I'll show my weakness and beg you to stay
Don't give me something to build all around
Then just for a thrill, you tear it all down

Don't make me hope again
Knowin' when you've grown tired of me
That you'll just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playin' the loser again

© 2004 Bleunig Music (ASCAP)

Window On The World

A broken promise I kept too long
A greasy shade and a curtain drawn
A broken glass and a heart gone wrong
That's my window on the world

A cup of coffee in a shaky hand
Wakin' up in a foreign land
Tryin' to act like I got somethin' planned
That's my window on the world

That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer, girl
Don't let mama cut those curls
That's my window on the world

In broad daylight that circus tent
Pulled up stakes, I don't know where it went
A close dark room with a busted vent
That's my window on the world

I think about you when I'm countin' sheep
I think about you, then I can't sleep
I think the ocean is just so deep
That's my window on the world

That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer, girl
The Queen of Sheba meets the Duke of Earle
That's my window on the world

Down on Indiana Avenue
Wes and Jimmy, man they played the Blues
I guess they were only passin' through
That's my window on the world

That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer, girl
Don't let mama cut those curls
That's my window on the world

That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer, girl
The Queen of Sheba meets the Duke of Earle
That's my window on the world

© 2004 Careers-BMG Music Publishing, Inc./Oval Track Tunes (BMI) All rights obo Oval Track Tunes adm by Careers-BMG Music Publishing Inc.

Someone I Used To Love (with Nanci Griffith)

All the days we've been together
All the days we've been apart
Add up to a bunch of nothing
If I'm not still in your heart
I never want you to be
Just a page in my history
Someone I used to love

Your voice breathed in my ear
Or on the telephone
All the tender things we've whispered
To keep from feeling alone
May they never come to be
Just cold gems set in memory
Of someone I used to love

This current flows between us
That will not be denied
You draw me in towards you
Like the moon pulls at the tide
May no shadow ever fall
That will make me have to call
You someone I used to love

©1993 Golden Mountain Music Corp (SOCAN)

Scarlet Begonias

As I was walkin' down Grosvenor Square,
Not a chill to the winter but a nip in the air,
From the other direction, she was calling my eye,
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 heat 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.

CHORUS

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

Well the wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two"
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.

© 1974 Ice Nine Publishing Co. Inc. (ASCAP)

Back To The Island

Now the day is gone,
And I sit alone and think of you, girl
What can I do without you in my life?
Wond'ring if you love me,
Or just making a fool of me
Well I hope you understand,
I just had to go back to the island

And watch the sun go down
Hear the sea roll in
I'll be thinking of you
And how it might have been
Hear the night bird cry
Watch the sunset down
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island

For all the sunny skies, it's rainin' in my heart
I know down in my soul I'm really gonna miss you,
But it had to end this way,
With all the games we played
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island

And watch the sun go down
Hear the sea roll in
I'll be thinking of you
And how it might have been
Hear the night bird cry
Watch the sunset down
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island.

Disc 1: Margaritaville

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

Disc 1: Migration

Look'in back at my background tryin' to
figure out how I ever got here.
Some things are still a mystery to me
While others are much to clear.
I'm just livin' in the sunshine,
Stay contented most of the time.
Yeah, list'nin to Murphy, Walker and Willie,
Sing me their Texas rhymes.

Now most of the people who retire in Florida
are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch.
And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys;
Well I hate those bastards so much.
I wish a summer squall would blow them
all the way up to fantasy land.
They're ugly and square, they don't belong here.
They look a lot better as beer cans.

Chorus
Yeah, That's why it's still a mystery to me,
Why some people live like they do.
So many nice things hap'nin out there,
Never even seen the clues.
Whoa, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme.
I know we've been doing our part.
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
and some Texas hidden here in my heart.

Well now, I might have joined the merchant marine,
If I hadn't learned how to sing.
And on top of that I got married too early,
And it cost me much more than a ring.
But those crazy days are over,
You've just got to learn from
the wrong things you've done.
I came off the rebound, started looking around,
Figured out it's time to have a little fun.

Chorus
Well now, if I ever live to be an old man,
I'm gonna sail down to Martinique.
I'm gonna buy me a sweat stained Bogart suit
and an African parakeet.
And then I'll sit him on my shoulder
and open up my trusty old mind.
I'm gonna teach him how to fuss,
Teach him how to cuss,
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine.

Chorus
Yeah, I got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
and some Texas hidden here in my heart.

Disc 1: Growing Older But Not Up

I rounded first never thought of the worst
As I studied the shortstop's position
Then crack went my leg like the shell of an egg
Someone call a decent physician
I'm no Pete Rose, I can't pretend
While my mind is quite flexible
these brittle bones don't bend

Chorus
I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
So let the winds of change blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead

Sometimes I see me as an old manatee
Heading south as the waters grow colder
He tries to steer clear of the hum drum so near
It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulders
That's how it flows right to the end
His body's still flexible but that
Barnacle brain don't bend

Chorus
So now don't get me wrong
This is not a sad song
Just events that I have happened to witness
And time takes it's toll as we head for the poll
As the days grow more complicated the night life still wins

Chorus

Let the winds of change blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead

Disc 1: Holiday [Live]

The weather channel girl with her perfect weather curl
Is talking "Cold, cold, cold"
You can't get out of bed
You can't remember what you've said
You're feeling old, old, old

Is it a fever or depression, anger or aggression
What's the remedy?
We're not talking rocket science
The answer to your question's
Very plain to see

(Chorus)
You need a holiday, take a holiday
Find a far-off wonderland
Where you might regain command of your life today
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay

You're caught in the Internet
You think it's such a great asset
You're wrong , wrong, wrong
All that fiber optic gear
Still cannot take away the fear
Like and island song

Disregard confession, stop trying to make impressions
On your corporate climb
It might come as quite a shock
But you can't really own that rock
It's just a waste of time.

So, take a holiday, take a holiday
Find a place to find yourself
Take your life sown off that shelf
Quit acting so blase
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind on some moonlit bay

Well, it's only up to you, no one else can teach you to
Go out and have some fun
Though, if you want to stay alive
Evade the big nose dive
Be a comedian

And take a holiday, you need a holiday
Find a far-off wonderland
Where you might regain command of your life today
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay

You need a holiday, take a holiday
Find a place to find yourself
Take your life down off that shelf
Quit acting so blase
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay.

Disc 1: 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' so.

(Chorus)
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 your off on vacation,
somethin' you tried to explain.
And darlin' I love you so that's
the reason I just let you go.

Chorus

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

I hope your enjoyin' the scen'ry,
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.

End Chorus

Disc 1: Fruitcakes

Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the cross walk
In the middle of the week

Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Paradise - Lost and found
Paradise - take a look around

I was out in California
Where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires and mud slides
They got sushi in the mall
Water bars and Brontosaurs
Chinese modern lust
Shake and bake life with the quake
The secret's in the crust

Chorus

We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost it's cone-shaped head

We spent ninety jillion dollars
Tryin' to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter
Ringing out among the stars

Fruitcakes in the galaxy
Fruitcakes on the Earth
Strut naked towards eternity
We've been that way since birth

Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Religion, religion.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

Where's the church, who took the steeple
Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The God's honest truth is it's not that simple

It's the Buddhist in you, it's the pagan in me
It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?
It's that born again look, it's the wasp and the Jew
Tell me what's goin on, I ain't got a clue

Here come the big ones - Relationships -
We all got 'em, we all want 'em. What do we do with'em?

She said you've got to do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent

But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug
That's the difference between lightening
And a harmless lightening bug

ChorusThe future - Captain's log - Star date 2000 and somethin'

We're seven years from the millennium
That's a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal
Now don't look that abstract

So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape
And practice what I preach
Get Ja lost in the reggae mon
As I walk along the beach

Stay in touch with my insanity
Really is the only way
It's a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day

Disc 1: We Are the People Our Parents Warned Us About

I was supposed to have been a Jesuit priest or a Naval Academy grad
That was the way that my parents perceived me
Those were the plans that they had
Though I couldn't fit the part too dumb or too smart
Ain't it funny how we all turned out
I guess we are the people our parents warned us about

You know I could have worked the rigs when the money was big Or hopped a freighter south to Trinidad
And when they tried to draft me I earned a college degree
Buyin' time till things were not so bad
But when I got a guitar found a job in a bar, playin' acid rock til I was numb
Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come.

Chorus:
We are the people they couldn't figure out
We are the people our parents warned us about

Hey hey, Gardner McKay, take us on the leaky Tiki with you
Clear skies bound for Shanghai, sailin' on the ocean blue

Now I got quarters in my loafers tryin' to fight inflation
When it only used to take a cent
Sometimes I wish I was back in my crash pad days before I knew what cash flow meant
Seems everybody's joggin' or heavy into health shit
Don't tell me that I ought to get rolfed
'Cause I love cajun martinis and playin' afternoon golf

Chorus
We are the people there isn't any doubt
We are the people they still can't figure out
We are the people who love to sing "Twist and Shout"
(Shake it up, Baby now)
We are the people our parents warned us about.

Disc 1: Cheeseburger in Paradise

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.

Disc 1: Jolly Mon Sing

There is a tale that the island people tell
Don't care if it is true 'cause I love it so well.
Jolly Mon sang for his supper every night
The people fed him well 'cause he treated them so right

Of Jolly Mon sing
Oh make Orion ring

And they wanted him to sing on the islands near and far
He always found his way by Orion the lucky star
He'd tell them of their joys, he'd tell them of their woes
They'd love to see him come and hate to see him go

Oh Jolly Mon sing
Oh make the music ring

He was making his way home on a dark and stormy night
When he heard a cry for help, he saw a flashing light
When he reached the other boat and offered him a hand
They said, "Give us all your cargo." as they took
a pirate stand

Oh Jolly Mon sing
Oh give them everything

"Jolly Mon we know you - Sing your last song very well"
They tossed him in the ocean cause their hearts were
made in hell
Came along a dolphin, he said,"Jolly Mon Hello"
"I've always loved your singing - climb on board
and don't let go."

Oh Jolly Mon sing
Oh make the oceans ring

The night was filled with magic as they bid the sea goodbye
They swam into the heavens - they stayed up in the sky
And all the island people when they wish upon a star
See the dolphin and the Jolly Mon who tell them where
they are

Oh Jolly Mon sing
Oh make the heavens ring
Oh Jolly Mon sing
Oh make the magic ring

Disc 1: 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"

CHORUS

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 you're gonna see the mornin' sun
On the Pascagoula run

Friday night at the Stateline Bar
Where the waterfront people 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"

Repeat Chorus

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

Disc 1: Tin Cup Chalice

I want to go back to the island,
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'.
Give me oysters and beer for dinner ev'ry day of the year,
And I'll feel fine, I'll feel fine.

Chorus:
'Cause I want to be there,
I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there.
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with good red wine,
And I'm-a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine.

Yeah, now the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water;
Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze.
Salt air it ain't thin,
It can stick right to your skin,
And make you feel fine.
It makes you feel fine.

Repeat Chorus.

Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal;
Get that Packard up and let's move.
I want to be there before the day
Tries to steal away and leave us behind;
I've made up my mind;

Repeat Chorus

Disc 1: Pencil Thin Moustache

Now they make new movies in old black and white,
With happy endings, where nobody fights,
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage,
Honey, jump right up and show your age.

I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
and an autographed picture of Andy Divine.

Oh, I remember bein' buck toothed and skinny
Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny.
Oh, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too.
Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin up fast,
Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana,
But only jazz musicians were smokin marijuana.
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too.

But then it's flat-top, dirty bop, copin' a feel'
grubbin on the living room floor;
They send you off to college to try to gain
a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score.
Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear,
I don't go to church, and I don't cut my hair;
But I can go to movies and see it all there,
Just the way that it use to be.

That's why I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache
the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
And an autographed picture of Andy Divine.

Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be,
Maybe suave Eerol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby.
If I only had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could do some crusing too.

Yeah, Brylcreem, a little dab'll do yah,
Oh, I could do some cruising too.

Disc 1: Grapefruit/Juicy Fruit

Grapefruit
Bathing suit
Chew a little Juicy Fruit
Wash away the night

Drive-in
Guzzle gin
Commit a little mortal sin
It's good for the soul.

(Bridge)
And oh, it gets so damn lonely
When you're on the plane all alone
And if I had the money, Honey
I'd strap you in beside me
And never ever leave you
Leave you at home all alone and crying.

Ten speed
No need
My pick-up gets me where I please
Shuggin' sown the street.
But I'll be leavin'
In a little while
So close your eyes and I'll
Be back real soon

(Repeat bridge)
(Repeat first verse)

1973 ABC/Dunhill Music Inc (BMI)
All Rights Reserved

Disc 1: Coconut Telegraph

Tuesday on the island
Not much goin' on
The parties are all over
They ended just past dawn

But the jungle drums are beating
With the tales from late last night
Cause the stories bear repeating
For everyones delight

Chorus
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
Can't keep nothin' under their hat
You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph
Sayin' who did dis and dat
Dis and dat dis and dat

Now I'm not one to deal in gossip
But was he that big of fool?
To do a belly buster high dive
And miss the entire pool?

Now what's the word on sweet Melissa?
And the kid nobody knew
Did Ricardo ever find her?
I swear it's just between me and you

Chorus
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
By now everybody knows
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
Just who comes and goes
Comes and goes comes and goes

It's humpday on the island
And the lines have all gone dead
All the juicy news is history
I guess everything's been said

But when the eagle flies on Friday
And the boys break out the rum
Then the joint begins to jumpin'
And you'll hear those hot lines hum

Chorus
Put it on the coconut telegraph
All the celebration and the stress
Put it on the coconut telegraph
In twenty-five words or less

Disc 1: Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes

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)

Disc 1: 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.

Disc 1: Fins

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.

Disc 1: 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

Disc 1: One Particular Harbour

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

Disc 2: School Boy Heart

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,........

Disc 2: Volcano

Now, I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
Let me say it now,
I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.

Ground, she movin' under me.
Tidal waves out on the sea.
Sulphur smoke up in the sky.
Pretty soon we learn to fly

Chorus
Let me hear you, now
I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
Let me hear you now.
I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.

My girl quickly say to me,
"Mon you better watch your feet."
Lava come down soft and hot.
"You better lava me now or lava me not.

Chorus

No time to count what I'm worth,
cause I just left the planet Earth.
Where I go I hope there's rhum.
Not to worry mon soon come.

Chorus

But I don't want to land in New York City,
I don't want to land in Mexico.
I don't want to land on no Three Mile Island;
I don't want to see my skin a-glow.

Don't want to land in Comanche Sky Park,
or in Nashville, Tennessee.
I don't want to land in no San Juan airport or
the Yukon Territory.

Don't want to land in no San Diego.
Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay.
I don't want to land on no Ayahtolla.
I got nothin' more to say.

Disc 2: Son of a Son of a Sailor

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.

Disc 2: Take Another Road

Seen the false horizon fade away like bisons
Headed for the jungle, the cowboy can't endure
Never look back, that's what he swore
I'll take my pony to the shore
somewhere, somewhere

(Chorus)
Take another road to a hiding place
Disappear without a trace
Take another road in another time
On another road in another time
Like a novel from the five and dime
Take another road in another time

Follow the equator, like that old articulator
Sail upon the ocean, just like Mr. Twain
Never look back, this is my plan
Run my pony in the sand
Somewhere, somewhere

(Chorus)
Take another road, etc...
....another time.

Leave my cares behind
Take my own sweet time
Ocean's on my mind

(Chorus)
Take another road, etc......
......another time.

Disc 2: Knees of My Heart

I've got a question for you
Please grant me an interview
Don't want to read it in a magazine
Don't want to see it on the silver screen
Don't let the craziness tear us apart

I'm down on the knees of my heart
Down here on the knees of my heart

This comes from deep in my soul
Your sweet love has taken control
I'll swim across the ocean if you tell me so
I'll take you to the jump up if you want to go
It never is too late to make a brand new start

I'm down here on the knees of my heart
Down here on the knees of my heart

Oh how I will sing if you give me everything
I live for the day when there's nothing in our way

I will be waiting tonight
You'll find my boat by the light
I'm gonna show you what my love can do
Out on the ocean all alone with you
We'll find a desert island on an ancient chart

Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart

Disc 2: In the Shelter

In the shelter
In the morning as the sun was brightly beaming
I heard her cryin' out what is it all about
I just don't know
But I can't go back home

Lonely princess
All the days out on your own are growing empty
Nothing is goin' well if you could only tell them
How you feel
But they're too real to understand

Too many trite expressions ended in forced rejections
long ago
Too many innocent faces too many far out places
something's wrong
Let me tell you that something's wrong
It's been that way so long
It's a shame

On the street car
To the city where she knows that she might lose it all
Riding for just a dime taking her own sweet time
and knowing well
This could be her final fall

Past the boutique
down the alley to the river people pass her by
Sits on the big gray rocks takes off her boots and socks
And knowing what she will do next
Just starts to cry

Too many small suggestions ending in angry questions
from her dad
Too many TV dinners and everyone loves a winner
But she was lost
No one knows the trials she had

In the shelter
In the morning as the sun was brightly beaming
I heard her cryin' out what is it all about
I just don't know
But I can't go back home

Lord I just don't know but I can't go back home.

Disc 2: Desperation Samba (Halloween in Tijuana)

Halloween in Tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I got here
Without a disguise

Should I take this last step
or turn myself around
or follow my intuition into that border town

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the despreation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos

Pretty girls they beckon
From their rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
in the name of love

Don't know where I'm going
Don't like where I've been
There may be no exit
But hell I'm going in

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailer en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos

Hear the people singing the same old
haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos

Disc 2: Barefoot Children In The Rain

SCRATCH MY BACK WITH A LIGHTNING BOLT
THUNDER ROLLS LIKE A BASS DRUM NOTE
THE SOUND OF THE WEATHER IS HEAVEN'S RAG TIME BAND

WE ALL FELL DOWN FORM THE MILKY WAY
HANGING' ROUND HERE 'TILL JUDGMENT DAY
HEAVEN ONLY KNOWS WHO'S IN COMMAND

Chorus
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
GOT NO NEED TO EXPLAIN
WE'D BE SWINGING ON A BALL AND CHAIN
IT'S ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD BY THOSE WHO PLAY THE GAME
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN

SHOW ME YOURS AND I'LL SHOW YOU MINE
TAKE ME BACK TO DAYS FULL WITH MONKEY SHINE'S
BOUNCING ON A BUBBLE FULL OF TROUBLE IN THE SUMMER SUN

KEEP YOUR RAFT FROM THE RIVERBOAT
FICTION OVER FACT ALWAYS HAS MY VOTE
AND WRINKLES ONLY GO WHERE THE SMILES HAVE BEEN

Chorus
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
GOT NO NEED TO EXPLAIN
WE'D BE SWINGING ON A BALL AND CHAIN
IT'S ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD BY THOSE WHO PLAY THE GAME
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN

SCRATCH MY BACK WITH A LIGHTNING BOLT
THUNDER ROLLS LIKE A BASS DRUM NOTE
THE SOUND OF THE WEATHER IS HEAVEN'S RAG TIME BAND

THE SKY TURNS BLUE AND THE SUN APPEARS
BUT THE QUESTION'S STILL "WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?"
I DON'T THINK THE ANSWER'S CLOSE AT HAND

Chorus
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
GOT NO NEED TO EXPLAIN
WE'D BE SWINGING ON A BALL AND CHAIN
IT'S ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD BY THOSE WHO PLAY THE GAME
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
IN THE RAIN
IN THE RAIN

Disc 2: Saxophones

I cut my teeth on gumbo rock
Benny Spellman and Doctor John
Sweet Irma Thomas and Frog man Henry
Use to boogie woogie all night long
Tho I love rock and roll the acoustic guitar
was the only way I had of becoming a star
I knew it recognized and traveling around
But they won't play my record in my ol' hometown

If I had saxophones
Big baritone, cleanin' up the muddy breaks
If I had Saxophones
I could get some recognition from
that Mobile Alabama DJ

Livin' by the ocean sometimes I get the notion
To take my Jane to Alabam
We hang out in a funky little bar
They call it the Shipwreck lounge
Well, we get kinda drunk and we play rock and roll
Grabbin' everybody right down in their soul
When we get to cookin' something's still wrong
There's still something missing from them good old songs

If we had saxophones
Big baritone, cleaning up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophones
I could make that joint shimmy like a big
California earthquake

If we had saxophone
Big baritone, cleaning up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophone
I could get some recognition from
that Mobile Alabama DJ

Disc 2: He Went to Paris

He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own.
But the warm Summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
And Summers and Winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away.

Then he went to England, played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a good life, she was a good wife
Bore him a young son named Jim.
And all of the answers and all of the questions
He locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
And twenty more years slipped away.

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered, his world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry.
While the tears were falling, he was recalling
The answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound.

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's
And drinks his green label each day
He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say.
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile then he'll say
Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all the way.

And he went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bother him so.

1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

Disc 2: Creola

Creola in my soul-a
I loved what they were sayin'
I loved what they were playin'
Creola

(CHORUS 1)
Creola on my victrola
Makes me feel like dancin'
Fall in love romancing the melody
Creola, Creola, Creola for me

I remember as a child all the happiness and smiles
That flowed around my grandma's Sunday table
While Auntie Mae was sayin' grace
Papa T would sneak a taste
And catch a funny look from my cousin Mabel

Then daddy'd beat the drum
The old folks start to hum
Sing the only songs that we all know
Ambiance so fine, dancin' drinkin' wine
Sing about the lifestyle on the bayou

(CHORUS 2)
Creola in my soul-a
I loved what they were sayin'
I loved what they were playin'
Creola

Creola on my victrola
Makes me feel like dancin'
Fall in love romancin' the melody
Creola, Creola, Creola for me

It's in the mood, it's in the blood
It's in the food, it's in the mud
It's a spicy kind of life
Cre-o-la

It's in the mood, it's in the blood
It's in the food, it's in the mud
Creola, Creola, Creola for me

(INSTRUMENTAL 2 VERSES)

Well the years have come and gone
Still the old song lingers on
I keep it in my heart with fond affection
Like the family good luck charm
That keeps away the harm
Creola's always there for my protection

(CHORUS 3)
Creola, good for your soul-a
I loved what they were sayin'
I loved what they were playin'
Creola

Creola on my victrola
Makes me feel like dancin'
You fall in love ramancin' the melody
Creola, Creola, Creola for me

Disc 2: Pirate Looks at Forty

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.

Disc 2: Sail on Sailor

I sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean
Through restful waters and deep commotion
Often frightened, unenlightened
Sail on, sail on sailor

I wrest the waters, fight neptune's waters
Sail through the sorrows of life's marauders
Unrepenting, often empty
Sail on, sail on sailor

Caught like a sewer rat alone but I sail
Bought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail

Seldom stumble, never crumble
Try to tumble, life's a rumble
Feel the stinging I've been given
Never ending, unrelenting
Heartbreak searing, always fearing
Never caring, persevering
Sail on, sail on, sailor

I work the seaways, the gale-swept seaways
Past shipwrecked daughters of wicked waters
Uninspired, drenched and tired
Wail on, wail on, sailor

Always needing, even bleeding
Never feeding all my feelings
Damn the thunder, must I blunder
There's no wonder all I'm under
Stop the crying and the lying
And the sighing and my dying

Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor

Disc 1: 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.

(Chorus)
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.
(Instrumental)
(Repeat chorus)

1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

Disc 2: Everybody's Talkin'

Everybody's talkin' at me.
I don't hear a word they're sayin',
Only the echoes of my mind.

People stoppin' starin'
I can't see the faces,
Only the shadows of their eyes.

I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
Thru the pourin' rain,
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes.

Bankin' off the northeast wind,
Sailin' on a summer breeze,
Skippin' over the ocean like a stone.

Everybody's talkin' at me.
I don't hear a word they're sayin',
Only the echoes of my mind.

And I won't let you leave my love behind.

Disc 2: Havana Daydreamin'

Stashed his trash in Ecuador, bought a good suit of clothes.
Flew on up to Mexico, standin' by the shore.
Waiting for some mystery man, to pay him for his time.
Thinkin' about all the money he made,
couldn't help to ease his mind
Havana daydreamin' oh he's just dreamin' his life away.

Daddy shucked that sugar cane,
One day he fell dead.
Jesus had a wanderin' feelin'
Swimmin around in his head.
Sailin' on a midnight boat,
There were no questions asked,
Water's so green and the air was so clean
That he stuck right to his task, Havana daydreamin',
Oh he's just schemin', his life away.

Ceilin' fan stirs the air
Cigar smoke did swirl,
A fragrance on the pillow case
And he thinks about the girl.
Spillin' wine wine and sharin' good times
She sure could make him smile.
He pays her well but what the hell
He'll be movin' in a little while, Havana daydreamin',
Havana daydreamin'
Oh he'll be dreamin' his life away.

Disc 2: Bob Robert's Society Band

Well, you heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shade
Ya heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the Glades
It's a melting pot existence that is hard to contemplate
And a never-ending battle in the Sunshine State

But far far away from the front page news
Far far away from the headline blues
Down a secondary road that severely shows its age
The forties comes to life on a make-shift stage

(Chorus)
It's the Bob Robert's Society Band
Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand
They don't play grunge and they don't play loud
It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd

Well, the word goes out from Melbourne to the Keys
The faithful get the message like it's written on the breeze
Young folks, old folks about to cut a rug
Fox trot, bunny hop, do the jitterbug

(Chorus)

I saw mini vans from Boca and busses from Perrine
There were people speaking Hindu in the bar-b-que line
A couple on their honeymoon looked a bit confused
But the boys in the band put them fight in the mood.

A lady dressed in purple started dancing all alone
Then she sauntered oh so gently to the vacant microphone
She sounded like she's someone and never missed a beat
By the time the number ended they were dancin' in the street

They'd died and gone to heaven, that lively little crowd
Trombones and saxophone sent them through the clouds
It could have gone all night but the party had to stop
When they blew the circuit breaker in the souvenir shop

Blue Guitar

Once I knew a man
Showed me the slight of hand
Blink of an eye, he danced across the strings

Played a song I'd never heard
Poignant and absurd
To this day it leaves me wondering

Don't let tomorrow find you wishin'
Boy you've got a mission
Shake it, rattle and roll

Ah, now, just use your intuition
You'll get less competition
From the clock up on the wall

You are what you are
You dream what you dream
Play on your Blue Guitar for me

Play me a serenade
A simple masquerade
Play on your Blue Guitar for me

Yeah...

'Cause we'll all make believe
Someone to deceive
Time is just a folly we can't see

If you only know one song
Play it right or wrong
The truth is always somewhere in between

You and I, we can't change the weather
We're all in this together
So let the strong winds blow

Ah, now things will be much better
Don't become a prisoner
The reason you should know

You are what you are
You dream what you dream
Play on your Blue Guitar for me
Play me a serenade
A simple masquerade
Play on your Blue Guitar for me

Don't let tomorrow find you wishin'
Boy you've got a mission
Shake it, rattle and roll

Ah, now, just use you intuition
You'll get less competition
From the clock up on the wall

You are what you are
You dream what you dream
Play on your Blue Guitar for me

Play me a serenade
A simple masquerade
Play on your Blue Guitar for me

You are what you are
You dream what you dream
Play on your Blue Guitar for me
Play me a serenade
Red wine or lemonade
Play on your Blue Guitar for me

You are what you are
You dream what you dream
Play on your Blue Guitar for me
Play me a serenade
A simple masquerade
Play on your Blue Guitar for me

You are what you are
You dream what you dream
Play on your Blue Guitar for me

Mademoiselle Voulez-Vous Danser

Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
Take my hand, don't turn away
You've been sitting there all night long
I know that something must be wrong

Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
A new moon has come out to play
Take my hand, step outside
These doors and windows open wide

The stars are out and shining, hear the south
wind sighing
It'll be okay
Let the breeze caress you, violin undress
your heart
On va danser

Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
It will soon be the break of day
We all have so little time
Oh won't you put your hand in mine

The stars are out and shining, hear the south
wind sighing
It'll be okay
Let the breeze caress you, violin undress
your heart
I swear, on va danser

Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
A new moon has come out to play
Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser
It will soon be the break of day
On va danser
On va danser

Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser
Madamoiselle, voulez vous danser
Danser
We all have so little time

Autour De Rocher

Mes amis nous allons quelque part dont tout
le monde
Se rappelle d'un endroit ou l'herbe etait
toujours verte
Et la fete ne s'arretait jamais
A autour du rocher

This a a little tale about a hotel in the Caribbean.
Well it wasn't really a hotel, it was a patio
bar with funky rooms and an outdoor disco
with bad wiring. Some people said if you looked
between the cracks of the floorboards of our
dance floor you would see Hell. If you ever
went there, you would know what I'm talking
about. If you never had, then we
thought we'd send you a little musical souvenir.

Some say it was a planet
Some say it was a rock
For five wild years in L"Orient
The party never stopped

There were pirates from the Indies
There were models from Paris
There were locals and New Yorkers
And the Brazilian Navy

By mini-moke and scooters
In cabs and stolen cars
Came the creatures of the evening
From St. Martin and from Mars

Alors, Alors, Alors, Alors alors come on, come on
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du passe
Viens faire un tour autour du rocher
Sur les souvenirs l'herbe a poussee

Girl at the pool table
puts on a show for free
They were bivouacked in the bathroom
By the hot tub near the sea

Every night at midnight
Seems the devil took control
And the hill became a parking lot
Fueled by rock 'n' roll

They were talking by the cannon
But I couldn't believe my ears
The Russian had plutonium
The sailor wanted beers

They shook hands in the moonlight
And broke out a big cigar
Just business as usual
Beneath the tropic stars

Alors(come on) alors (let's go) alors
Vien faire in tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du pass'e
Viens faire un tour autour du richer
Sur les souvinirs l'herbe a poussee

It was better than a painting
At le Musee de Beaux Arts
And simply what we did for fun
Back in the old St. Barts

Then the glitz and all the glamour
Hit like a hurricane
Or maybe we just all grew up
But it never was the same

The gendarmes finally closed the joint
And the fire it did the rest
But on New Year's Eve of '91
We sang the last request

We were dancing in the ashes
We were dancing in the sea
We were dancing in the ruins
Where we left our memories
Come on let's go alors
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du pass'e
Viens faire un tour autour du rocher
Sur les souvinirs l'herbe a poussee

Alors. Alors, Alors, Alors
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du pass'e
Viens faire untour autour du rocher
Sur les souvenirs l'herbe a poussee

Savannah Fare You Well

There is something in the wind tonight
Some kind of change of weather
Somewhere some devil's mixing fire and ice
together
I got a feeling that the dark side of the moon
is one the rise
Black as a crow's feather

Now I could stay another day or two
But what's the use of stalling
Deep in the winter even holdout leaves
start fallin'
Lately every night above the declarations
of our love
I hear the road callin'

It's such a fragile magic
A puff of wind can break the spell
And all the golden threads are frail
as spider webs
Savannah fare you well

In a vision I had yesterday
It rained so hard that I drowned
While I waited for a hurricane to die down
The raging water rolling over me
was wild as a heart
That love cannot tie down

All The Ways I Want You

The hills are full of secrets
Owls watch by night
Down in town the bars are full
And the drunks are picking fights
These are things I know
But the facts are filtered through
All the ways I want you

2:19 freight train
Moaning somewhere near
I see you in the distance
But I can't get there from here
Hard to believe it's happening
But my whole world's shrunken to
All the ways I want you

Stars look down and laugh at me
I ought to take a bow
Don't have to tell them life's hard sometimes
There's one falling now
Nobody's here beside me
I can talk about it to
All the ways I want you

Last Man Standing

If they gave Olympic medals for running all-night long
I would have won them all until I turned pro
I've got miles of dedication
And a natural inclination
For a childhood game i just could not outgrow

(Everybody)
I want to be the last man standing
People crashin' on the sofas and passed out
on the floor
But the Last man standing
was sayin' bring on a little bit more

When you stop and think about
Life is still just high school
You make the same mistakes you did when you were young
Contending for the ladies' favors
Testing every single flavor
While hopelessly trying not scald your tongue

I wanna be the last man standing
Bring me the hot sauce
Bring me a beer
Gonna be the last man standing
But where do we go from here?
Gonna be the last man standing
People crashin' on the sofas and passed out
on the floor
But the Last man standing
was sayin' bring on a little bit more

I might as well admit it
There's been a time or two
When I contemplate retirement for a while
But a hundred years from now
They'll still be asking how
As they gaze upon on my taxidermic smile

Want to be the last man standing
Got the devil at the crossroads, wolf at the door
But the last man standing
Is singin' bring on a little bit more

They're gonna see the last man standing
Still got a fun ticket in my hand
Gonna be the last man standing
Takin off before I land

What If The Hokey-Pokey Is All It Really Is About?

The universe is runnin' away
I heard it on the news just the other day
There's this new stuff called dark energy
We can't measure and we can't see
It's some elemental mystery
Train that we can't catch

But our heads are in the oven
And somebody's 'bout to strike a match

Meanwhile back on our big round ball
Things are getting serious as cholesterol
Permutations, calculations,
Greedy piggies at the trough
Arrogance and ignorance
Just to top it off
I just can't keep up with the Nasdaq
Who got sold and bought
I've got to take my lunch break
But I'll leave you with a little for thought

Maybe it's all too simple
For our brains to figure it out
What if the hokey pokey
Is all it really is about

What if life is just a cosmic joke
Like spiders in your underwear or olives in
your coke
My life can get as messy as a day old sticky bun
So I arm myself with punch lines and a big ol'
water gun
They say it's not that simple but just maybe it
should be
It's time to change the subject, would you join me
in a cup of herbal tea?

Maybe it's all too simple
For our brains to figure it out
What if the hokey pokey
Is all it really is about

I still believe in rock 'n' roll
It pays my bills and soothes my soul
There really really isn't
A whole lot more around
Except for Frank Sinatra and the Big
band sound
I want music in the music
I want chicken in the soup
I want caffeine in my system let's revive
the hula hoop

Maybe it's all too simple
For our brains to figure it out
What if the hokey pokey
Is all it really is about

Altered Boy

Oh no, he's buying an island
Oh no, he's building a boat
Why does he never stop smiling?
Fun surrounds him like a deep moat

Where does he get all those stories?
How can he tell such a lie?
He's bound to see purgatory
His views are in short supply

But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys
Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy

Good God, he's talking with parrots
Painting his dreams in the sand
Piling up beaucoup demerits
Doing it just 'cause he can

By Jove he's having a cocoa
Evading those judgmental eyes
Calmly walking his tight rope
High above all the outcries

But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys
Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy

The story goes
he stumbled at the alter
Now it seems he just blasphemes
And dwells with dangers daughter

Someone call the talking doctor
Somebody get a SWAT team
There he sits getting away with
murder
How dare him live out his dreams

But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys
Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy

Oh no, he's sailing today
Oh no, beware Paraguay
Oh no, anchors aweigh
Oh no

USS Zydecoldsmobile

You can feel the horses under the hood
Through thick and thin pull us out of the wood
She's the smoothest ride, yeah, you'll ever feel
She's the Delta slide of automobiles

Double clutchin' on the backseat
I hear you, yeah, with your main squeeze
Playing triple row accordian fills
In the USS ZydecOldsmobile

Port of Call Opelousas
Port of Call Lawtell
Port of Call Frilot Cove
In the USS ZydecOldsmobile

Mardi Gras run block the road
Park the car and join the show
Get up on the trunk and dance at will
Aboard the USS ZydecOldsmobile

Port of Call Opelousas
Port of Call Lawtell
Port of Call Frilot Cove
In the USS ZydecOldsmobile

Yeah, Spirit moves through everyone
We have faith and we have fun
God bless the turning wheel
Of my USS ZydecOldsmobile

Port of Call Opelousas
Port of Call Lawtell
Port of Call Frilot Cove
In the USS ZydecOldsmobile

Come ride with me in my ZydecOldsmobile
Double clutchin' with me in my ZydecOldsmobile
Hip shakin' with me in my ZydecOldsmobile
Come ride with me in my ZydecOldsmobile

Someday I Will

I see a white sail
skipping cross a blue bay
and I say Someday I Will
I see a young man
strumming on a green guitar
and I say Someday I Will

I don't have a plan
It's not that kind of thing
I'm not Martin Luther King
I don't have a dream
It's just sometimes I know
That's the way I'm supposed to go

I see a flying boat
and I get a lump in my throat
and I say Someday I Will
Someday

So whatever thrills you
Anything you love to do
Just say someday I will

Don't need to know who
May help you make it come true
Just say someday I will

Don't have to work it all out
Don't have to tear it all apart
All you need's a place to start

And if it never worked before
Try it just once more
That's what your heart if for

Whether it's big or small
If you have a passion at all
Just say, someday I will
Someday
Someday I will
Someday

Far Side Of The World

Ramadan is over,
The new moon's shown her face,
I'm halfway round the planet,
In a most unlikely place.

Following my song line
Past bamboo shacks and shops
Behind a jitney packed like sardines,
With bananas piled on top.

I ran away from politics,
It's too bizarre at home.
Away I flew, tuned into Blue
"Maybe Amsterdam or Rome"

Awakened by a stewardess,
With Spain somewhere below.
On the threshold of adventure,
God I do love this job so.

So while I make my move
On the big board game
Up and down a Spanish highway,
Some things remain the same.
Girls meet boys
and the boys tease girls
I'm heading out this morning,
For the Far Side of the World.

Oh I believe in song lines
Obvious and not
I've ridden them like camels
To some most peculiar spots.

They run across the oceans
Through mountains and saloons
And tonight out to the desert
Where I sit atop this dune.

I was destined for this vantage point
Which is so far from the Sea
I've lived it in the pages of Saint-Exupery

From Paris to Tunisia
Casablanca to Dakar
I was riding long before I flew
Through the wind and sand and stars.

Caravan
Ride that hump
And Timbuktu's a jillion bumps
Sleeping bags and battle flags
Are coiled and furled
That's the way you travel
To the far side of the world!

A Sunset framed by lightening bolts
Burns a lasting memory
And a string of tiny twinkling lights
adorn the sausage tree.
While the embers from the log fire
Flicker, fly, and twirl
Then drift off toward the cosmos
From the Far Side of the World.
Well it's Christmas and my birthday
and so to that extent
The Masai not the wise men
Are circling my tent.
I teach them how to play guitar
They show me how to dance
We have rum from the Caribbean
And Burgundy from France.

New Year's Eve in Zanzibar
With Babu and his boys
High up on the rooftop
You can relish all the noise.

They are dancing on the tables
People bouncing like gazelles
Two 0-0-1 is ushered in
With air raid horns and bells.

Time to sing time to dance
Living out my second chance.

Cobras and sleeping bags are coiled and curled
That's the way it happens
On the Far Side of the World.

Back at home, it's afternoon
Six thousand miles away.
I will still be there when I get through
Attending this soiree

There are jobs and chores and questions
And plates I need to twirl,
But tonight I'll take my chances,
On the Far Side of the World.
That's the way it happens
On the Far Side of the World.

Fruitcakes

Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the cross walk
In the middle of the week

Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Paradise - Lost and found
Paradise - take a look around

I was out in California
Where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires and mud slides
They got sushi in the mall
Water bars and Brontosaurs
Chinese modern lust
Shake and bake life with the quake
The secret's in the crust

Chorus

We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost it's cone-shaped head

We spent ninety jillion dollars
Tryin' to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter
Ringing out among the stars

Fruitcakes in the galaxy
Fruitcakes on the Earth
Strut naked towards eternity
We've been that way since birth

Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Religion, religion.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

Where's the church, who took the steeple
Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The God's honest truth is it's not that simple

It's the Buddhist in you, it's the pagan in me
It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?
It's that born again look, it's the wasp and the Jew
Tell me what's goin on, I ain't got a clue

Here come the big ones - Relationships -
We all got 'em, we all want 'em. What do we do with'em?

She said you've got to do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent

But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug
That's the difference between lightening
And a harmless lightening bug

ChorusThe future - Captain's log - Star date 2000 and somethin'

We're seven years from the millennium
That's a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal
Now don't look that abstract

So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape
And practice what I preach
Get Ja lost in the reggae mon
As I walk along the beach

Stay in touch with my insanity
Really is the only way
It's a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day

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.

Pencil Thin Mustache

Now they make new movies in old black and white,
With happy endings, where nobody fights,
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage,
Honey, jump right up and show your age.

I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
and an autographed picture of Andy Divine.

Oh, I remember bein' buck toothed and skinny
Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny.
Oh, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too.
Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin up fast,
Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana,
But only jazz musicians were smokin marijuana.
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too.

But then it's flat-top, dirty bop, copin' a feel'
grubbin on the living room floor;
They send you off to college to try to gain
a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score.
Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear,
I don't go to church, and I don't cut my hair;
But I can go to movies and see it all there,
Just the way that it use to be.

That's why I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache
the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
And an autographed picture of Andy Divine.

Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be,
Maybe suave Eerol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby.
If I only had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could do some crusing too.

Yeah, Brylcreem, a little dab'll do yah,
Oh, I could do some cruising too.

Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season

Squalls out on the Gulfstream,
Big storms coming soon.
I passed out in my hammock,
God, I slept way past noon.
Stood up and tried to focus,
I hoped I wouldn't have to look far.
I knew I could use a Bloody Mary,
So I stumbled next door to the bar.

Chorus
And now I must confess,
I could use some rest.
I can't run at this pace very long.
Yes, it's quite insane,
I think it hurts my brain.
But it cleans me out and then I can go on.

There's something about this Sunday
It's a most peculiar gray
Strolling down the avenue
That's known as A1A
I was feeling tired, then I got inspired.
And I knew that it wouldn't last long
So all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach
And then I made up this song.

Chorus

Well, the wind is blowin' harder now
Fifty knots or there about,
There's white caps on the ocean.
And I'm watching for water spouts
It's time to close the shutters
It's time to go inside.
In a week I'll be in gay Paris;
That's a mighty long airplane ride.

Chorus
Yes, It cleans me out and then I can go on.

Coconut Telegraph

Tuesday on the island
Not much goin' on
The parties are all over
They ended just past dawn

But the jungle drums are beating
With the tales from late last night
Cause the stories bear repeating
For everyones delight

Chorus
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
Can't keep nothin' under their hat
You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph
Sayin' who did dis and dat
Dis and dat dis and dat

Now I'm not one to deal in gossip
But was he that big of fool?
To do a belly buster high dive
And miss the entire pool?

Now what's the word on sweet Melissa?
And the kid nobody knew
Did Ricardo ever find her?
I swear it's just between me and you

Chorus
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
By now everybody knows
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
Just who comes and goes
Comes and goes comes and goes

It's humpday on the island
And the lines have all gone dead
All the juicy news is history
I guess everything's been said

But when the eagle flies on Friday
And the boys break out the rum
Then the joint begins to jumpin'
And you'll hear those hot lines hum

Chorus
Put it on the coconut telegraph
All the celebration and the stress
Put it on the coconut telegraph
In twenty-five words or less

Cheeseburger in Paradise

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.

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' so.

(Chorus)
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 your off on vacation,
somethin' you tried to explain.
And darlin' I love you so that's
the reason I just let you go.

Chorus

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

I hope your enjoyin' the scen'ry,
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.

End Chorus

Son of a Son of a Sailor

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.

Volcano

Now, I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
Let me say it now,
I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.

Ground, she movin' under me.
Tidal waves out on the sea.
Sulphur smoke up in the sky.
Pretty soon we learn to fly

Chorus
Let me hear you, now
I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
Let me hear you now.
I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.

My girl quickly say to me,
"Mon you better watch your feet."
Lava come down soft and hot.
"You better lava me now or lava me not.

Chorus

No time to count what I'm worth,
cause I just left the planet Earth.
Where I go I hope there's rhum.
Not to worry mon soon come.

Chorus

But I don't want to land in New York City,
I don't want to land in Mexico.
I don't want to land on no Three Mile Island;
I don't want to see my skin a-glow.

Don't want to land in Comanche Sky Park,
or in Nashville, Tennessee.
I don't want to land in no San Juan airport or
the Yukon Territory.

Don't want to land in no San Diego.
Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay.
I don't want to land on no Ayahtolla.
I got nothin' more to say.

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

Tin Cup Chalice

I want to go back to the island,
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'.
Give me oysters and beer for dinner ev'ry day of the year,
And I'll feel fine, I'll feel fine.

Chorus:
'Cause I want to be there,
I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there.
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with good red wine,
And I'm-a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine.

Yeah, now the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water;
Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze.
Salt air it ain't thin,
It can stick right to your skin,
And make you feel fine.
It makes you feel fine.

Repeat Chorus.

Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal;
Get that Packard up and let's move.
I want to be there before the day
Tries to steal away and leave us behind;
I've made up my mind;

Repeat Chorus

Fins

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.

One Particular Harbour

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

Margaritaville [Lost Verse Included]

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

Love and Luck

Better days are in the cards I feel
Feel it in the changin' wind
I feel it when I fly

So talk to me I'll listen to your story
I've been around enough to know
That there's more than meets the eye
Everybody needs a little good luck charm
A little gris gris keeps you safe from harm
Rub yours on me, and I'll rub mine on you
Luckiest couple on the avenue

With a little love and luck
You will get by
With a little love and luck
We'll take the sky
In this megalo-modern world
You've got to try
Try a little love and luck
And you'll get by

Mysteries don't ever try to solve them
We're just players in a game
And no one's keeping score

So have your fun
Go ahead and tell your story
Find yourself a lover
Who will glue you to the floor

Everybody needs a little good luck charm
A little gris gris keeps you safe from harm
Rub yours on me, and I'll rub mine on you
Luckiest couple on the avenue

With a little love and luck
You will get by
With a little love and luck
We'll take the sky
In this megalo-modern world
We've got to try
Try a little love and luck
And you'll get by

Kole sere kole sere
Kole sere kole sere
Kole sere kole sere
Kole sere kole sere

With a little love and luck
You will get by
With a little love and luck
We'll take the sky
In this megalo-modern world
You've got to try
Try a little love and luck
And you'll get by

Kole sere, kole sere
Kole sere, kole sere
Kole sere, kole sere
Kole sere, kole sere

With a little love and luck
You will get by
With a little love and luck
We'll take the sky
Love and luck
We will get by

Beach House On The Moon

Cameron's getting logical,
A Vulcan in disguise,
The mysteries of the night are
Putting sparkle in his eyes.
He's looking for sound reasoning,
But the best that I can do,
Is this transcendental story,
That I'll pass along to you.

Past the falls they call Victoria,
Down the river named the Nile,
Drifts a tiny little handmade boat,
It's shaped just like a smile.

And steered by a magician,
With the knowledge that he needs,
To keep him on his destined course,
Past the crocodiles and reeds.

He's the Admiral of the ocean,
The Lone Eagle in the sky,
He gave me my first sextant,
And he taught me how to fly.

It's been quite a lengthy passage,
From the dawn of time till now,
He has weathered the infernal storms
In his trusty petite dow.

He has soared about colossal waves,
Sailed the endless sea.
Sometimes he resembles you,
Sometimes he looks like me.

I saw him through my telescope,
On a cloudless night in June,
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon.

There are windows to the galaxies
And hallways to the past.
There are trapdoors to the future
And a splintered ancient mast.
There are relics from Apollo trips,
When the earthmen came to play,
And a hammock from a distant star,
Out in the Milky Way.

He's the Admiral of the ocean
The Lone Eagle in the sky.
He game me my first sextant
And he taught me how to fly.

I saw him through my telescope
On a cloudless night in June
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon.

A stripped bass breaks the surface
As the sunset fades away
And our journey from the Sea of Storms
Takes us home beside the bay.
We go fishing in the ocean
We go traveling back in time
Like the song says 'teach your children'
To go fishing with their minds.

Cameron's contemplating
I'm not sure just what he thinks
"Is my dad some kind of lunatic
With his stories and high hi-jinks".
Then he says when I get old and gray
And feel like I'm marooned,
He will take me in his rocket ship
To that beach house on the moon.

Permanent Reminder of a Temporary Feeling

She was no marine back from the Philippines
She was their pride and job, their incarnation.
Her parents viewed the chief
With shock and disbelief
Looking for some other explanation.

The Indian, her back was poised for an attack.
She said 'a tattoo is a badge of validation'.
But the truth of the matter is far more revealing.
It's a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.
Chorus
Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Amnesic episodes that never go away.
It's no complex momento, it's no subtle revealing.
Just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.

Vegas in the rain, drunk on cheap champagne
He hears out of tune synthesized chapel bells
Painfully ringing.
Where's his limo ride? Who's this foreign bride?
Is this really Elvis spinning round the ceiling?
Chorus
Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling,
Forgotten fabrications in the chapels of love.
What is this ring on his finger? Why is he kneeling?
She's just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.

Chromosomes and genes, spawn these fateful scenes.
Evolution can be mean, there's no 'dumb ass' vaccine.
Blame your DNA, you're a victim of your fate.
It's human nature to miscalculate.

To make up for the fight they go out for the night.
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll seems like the easiest answer.
But a short nine months later, there's no way of concealing,
That permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.
Chorus
Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Amnesic episodes that never go away.
Complex momentos, not subtle revealings.
Just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.

Waiting for the Next Explosion

Missing link crouched upon a promontory rock
Tryin' to figure out his biological clock.
No one around to announce his arrival
So he's got to get to work on his sense of survival
Oh Oh, it's a dangerous world.

Over in China they got smart real fast
That's where they invented the man made blast.
They lost a few infers and some bamboo shacks,
But they gave birth to a tribe of pyromaniacs.
Chorus
Oh oh, it's a dangerous world.
Fire in the sky, lava in the ocean,
Sittin' round waitin' for the next explosion

Back in the fifties they thought it made good sense
To teach all the school children about civil defense.
Don't be scared, do not cry,
Just dive under your desk and kiss your ass goodbye.
Chorus
Oh oh, such a dangerous world.
It was a hell of a hustle, paranoia promotion
Waiting at ground zero, for the next explosion.

Where you gonna be
When it hits the fan
Got a plan
What you gonna do
If it lands on you
Where's your point of view.

Down at the beach club there's a sales convention
Night sky is the focus of that crowd's attention.
It's no cosmic collision just a fireworks show,
But they feel it in their hearts when those
Concussion bombs blow.

Oh oh, such a dangerous world
Gunpowder's louder than Newton's laws of motion.
Everybody's waitin' for the next explosion.

Firs in the sky, fallin' on the ocean
Sittin' round waitin' for the next explosion.

Pacing the Cage

Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what it's pointing toward
Sometimes you feel like you've lived too long
The days drip slowly on the page
And you catch yourself
Pacing the cage

I've proved who I am so many times,
The magnetic strip's worn thin
And each time I was someone else
And everyone was taken in.
Powers chatter in high places
Stir up eddies in the dust of rage
Set me to pacing the cage.

I never knew what you all wanted
So I gave you everything.
All that I could pillage
All the spells that I could sing
It's as if the thing were written
In the constitution of the age
Sooner or later you'll wind up
Pacing the cage

Sometimes the best map will not guide you
You can't see what's round the bend.
Sometimes the road leads through dark places
Sometimes the darkness is your friend.
Today these eyes scan bleached-out land,
For the coming of the outbound stage
Pacing the cage...

Flesh And 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.
Chorus
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 Krugerands stashed.
Come on and sail away with me.
Chorus
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

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.
Chorus
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 Thibodeaux
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
Chorus
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
Chorus

Math Suks

If necessity is the mother of invention
Then I'd like to kill the guy who invented this
The numbers come together in some kind of a third dimension
A regular algebraic bliss.

Let's start with something simple, like one and one ain't three
Any two plus two will never get you five.
There are fractions in my subtraction and x don't equal y
But my homework is bound to multiply.

Math suks math suks
I'd like to burn this textbook, I hate this stuff so much.
Math suks math suks
Sometimes I think that I don't know that much
But math suks.

I got so bored with my homework, I turned on the TV.
The beauty contest winners were all smiling through their teeth.
Then they asked the new Miss America
Hey babe can you add up all those bucks?
She looked puzzled, then just said
"Math Suks".

Math suks math suks
You don't even have to spell it,
All you have to do is yell it...
Math suks math suks
Sometime times I think that I don't know that much
But math suks.

Geometry, trigonometry and if that don't tax your brain
There are numbers to big to be named
Numerical precision is a science with a mission
And I think it's gonna drive me insane.

Parents fighting with their children, and the Congress can't agree
Teachers and their students are all jousting constantly.
Management and labor keep rattling old sabers
Quacking like those Peabody ducks.

Math suks math suks
You don't even have to spell it,
All you have to do is yell it...
Math suks math suks
Sometime times I think that I don't know that much
But math suks.

Spending Money

Now I'm not talking 'bout excessive greed.
The kind that puzzled the scribes and Pharisees.
I don't worship it like a golden calf,
But change in my pocket is always good for a laugh.

I've seen it brighten up the eyes of a child
It even makes the Dali Lama smile.
It's no relation tot he meaning of life,
It's a dang fool husband doesn't spring for his wife.
Chorus
A little spending money.
Money to burn.
Money that you did not necessarily earn.
Rainy days seem to wind up sunny,
Long as you got a little spending money.

I got no financial conscience.
Can't worry where it went.
A lasting treasure or a moment of pleasure
Worth it every cent.

Coin or paper baby,
Silver or gold.
All denominations, nouveau or old.
Can't have a turkey without oyster dressing,
It's the root of all evil, the sum of your blessings.

Don't need no armored car or time locked vault,
Don't need no shaker full, just a few grains of salt.
You may get by lookin' good and being funny,
But life's a little less restrained.
Chorus
With a little spending money.
Money to burn.
Money that you did not necessarily earn.
Rainy days seem to wind up sunny,
Long as you got a little spendin' money...
Long as you got a little spendin' money...

Semi-True Story

With his head out the sunroof
And his heart in the right place
Plan B was fool proof.
He drove off to her place,
And yelled out his feelings
Among other stuff.

It was too much tequila
Or not quite enough
It was too much tequila
Or not quite enough.

It's a semi-true story
Believe it or not
I made up a few things
And there's some I forgot.
But the life and the tellin'
Are both real to me
And they all run together and turn out to be
A semi-true story.

Well, the picture is fuzzy,
And the details are sordid.
It was on the same day
God's Own Drunk was recorded.
A walkin' tall sheriff
And a big Cadillac
And me and my golf shoes
On the hood makin' tracks.
This daring young singer
Was under attack.

It's a semi-true story
Believe it or not
I made up a few things
And there's some I forgot.
But the life and the tellin'
Are both real to me
And they all run together and turn out to be
A semi-true story.

Well, the things that I've lived
And I've dreamed
And I've seen
And I've heard
You take the good with the bad
And be glad to have every word.

It's a semi-true story
Believe it or not
I made up a few things
And there's some I forgot.
But the life and the tellin'
Are both real to me
And they run like the rain
All the way to the sea.
Semi-true stories.

Lucky Stars

Woke up just the other day
Fell out of bed and my dog ran away.
The car won't start and the weather was cold and gray.
I got stuck in a traffic jam,
My major meeting didn't go as I planned.
Looks like it's gonna be another one of those days.

I got a roof over my head,
Someone to love me in a four poster bed,
And I can play this here guitar
I thank my lucky stars.

Politicians speak and it makes me ill...
People are dyin' just for a thrill.
Maybe it's just evolution gone astray.

The climate's too hot, music's gotten cold,
I've livin' like a health nut but I still grow old.
You do what you can on the edge of the Milky Way.

Got a roof over my head,
Someone to love me in a four poster bed,
And I can play this here guitar
Gonna thank my lucky stars.

Wrapped up in the problems of the day,
Just remember there's no rewind and no replay.
Don't you worry cause it ain't gonna fix a thing.

Woke up just the other day,
Thought that maybe I'd be OK,
Cause the story I've been getting
Ain't written anywhere.

Got a roof over my head,
Someone to love me in a four poster bed,
And I can play this here guitar
Gonna thank my lucky stars.

Got a roof over my head,
Someone to love me in a four poster bed,
And I can play this here guitar
I thank my lucky stars.
Gonna thank my lucky stars.
Thank you stars.

You Call It Joggin'

You call it joggin' , I call it runnin' around
You say you're losing weight but you ain't lost a pound.
While you're out joggin' with your other friends,
I'm home feeding the kids again.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.

You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around,
It's the best release you say you've ever found.
Your friends all smile and agree
Yeah, you were runnin' around on me.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.

Somebody said they saw you down at the corner
Getting out of some strangers car.
You come home after runnin' for hours
Ain't even breathing hard.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.

The soles of your runnin' shoes they ain't wearing down.
While you're out runnin' up and down the streets
I'm tryin' to get the kids to sleep.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.

You've been out since five p.m.
It's now thirty minutes past ten.
You blow in all out of breath,
Honey, you've been drinking gin again?

You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.
Draggin' that silly old towel all over town.
You come home grinning with your hair all wet,
Smelling like shampoo instead of sweat.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around
Oh yeah,
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.

I Don't Know And I Don't Care

Why does the sunset in the west?
And why does my heart keep beating in my chest?
What ever happened to the Duke of Earl?
I got a PBS mind in a MTV world.
Is it ignorance or apathy
I forgot these lessons taught to me.
Some say life isn't fair,
Hey, I don't know, I don't care.

Ambivalent, well, yes and no.
Hey where did all the hippies go?
Our conversation sounds like actors' lines.
Is it time for your medication or mine?
Is it ignorance or apathy
I forgot these lessons taught to me.
Some say life isn't fair,
Hey I don't know, I don't care.

Therapy is extremely expensive.
Poppin' bubblie wrap is radically cheap.
You choose which one helps with your problem.
I'm gonna get some sleep.
I'm gonna get some sleep.

Sandy beaches in distant reaches
And oh those lovely Georgia peaches.
It's never too much and never too late
To pack your bags and get out of state.
Is it ignorance or apathy
The worried will all disagree.
Some say life isn't fair,
Hell, I don't know and I don't care.

If you're looking for a quote from me
I'll be under the mango tree.
Just can't say how I'll get there
Hey, I don't know and I don't care.
I don't know and I don't' care.
I don't know and I don't care.
At his beach house on the moon

Intro-The Legend of Norman Paperman/Kinja

Public Relations

Calaloo

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.

Island Fever

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...

Sheila Says

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

Just an Old Truth Teller

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

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

Kinja Rules

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

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

It's All About the Water

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

Champagne Si', Agua No

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

Public Relations (Reprise)

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!

The Handiest Frenchman in the Caribbean

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

Hippolyte's Habitat (Qui Moun' Qui)

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

Who Are We Trying to Fool?

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

Fat Person Man

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

Up on the Hill

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