Lyrics
Coming up as a folk artist, Jimmy's lyrics have always reflected his storyteller's eye as he weaves fictional facts and factional fiction into songs that are as much insightful as they are escapism. Search for your favorite lyrics below.
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Nobody From Nowhere
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Bama Breeze
BAMA BREEZE(JOSH KEAR/CHRIS TOMPKINS/MARK IRWIN)
AT THE BAMA BREEZE
YOU CAN SHOOT SOME POOL DOWN THERE
YOU CAN ACT THE FOOL DOWN THERE
YOU CAN PLAY IT COOL DOWN THERE
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
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Party At The End Of The World
Party At The End Of The World
Party At The End of the World(Jimmy Buffett/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth/Will Kimbrough)
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
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Weather With You
Weather With You
Weather With YouNeal Finn & Tim Finn
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
Everybody's On The Phone
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE(Jimmy Buffett/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth/Will Kimbrough)
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
Whoop De Doo
Whoop De Doo(Mark Knopfler)
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
Nothin' But A Breeze
Nothin' But a Breeze(Jesse Winchester)
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
Cinco De Mayo In Memphis
Cinco De Mayo In Memphis(Guy Clark/Chuck Mead)
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
Reggabilly Hill
REGGABILLY HILL(Michael Garrett)
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
Elvis Presley Blues
Elvis Presley Blues(Gillian Welch/David Rawlings)
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
Hula Girl At Heart
Hula Girl at Heart(Jimmy Buffett/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth/Will Kimbrough)
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
Wheel Inside The Wheel
Wheel Inside The Wheel(Mary Gauthier)
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
Silver Wings
Silver Wings(Merle Haggard)
Silver wings shinning 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
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
Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On
Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On(Jimmy Buffett/Matt Betton)
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 Good Lookin'
Hey Good Lookin'By Hank Williams
(with Clint Black, Kenny Chesney, Alan Jackson, Toby Keith and George Strait)
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.
License To Chill (with Kenny Chesney)
License To Chill (with Kenny Chesney)
License To ChillBy Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally/Al Anderson
(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
Coast Of Carolina
Coast Of CarolinaBy Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally
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)
Piece Of Work (with Toby Keith)
Piece Of WorkBy William A. Kimbrough
(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
Anything, Anytime, Anywhere
Anything, Anytime, AnywhereBy Bruce Cockburn
( Mike on accordion, Sonny on slide )
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)
Trip Around The Sun (with Martina McBride)
Trip Around The SunBy Al Anderson/Steve Bruton/Sharon Vaughn
(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
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
Coastal Confessions
Coastal ConfessionsBy Jimmy Buffett
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)
Sea Of Heartbreak (with George Strait)
Sea Of HeartbreakBy Hal David/Paul Hampton
(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)
Conky Tonkin' (with Clint Black)
Conky Tonkin'By Jimmy Buffett and Bingo Gubelman
(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)
Playin' The Loser Again (with Bill Withers)
Playin' The Loser AgainBy Bill Withers (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
Window On The World
Window On The WorldBy John Hiatt
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)
Someone I Used To Love (with Nanci Griffith)
Someone I Used To LoveBy Bruce Cockburn
(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
Scarlet Begonias
Scarlet BegoniasBy Jerome Garcia/Robert Hunter
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
Back To The Island
Back To The IslandBy Leon Russell
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
Disc 1: Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
Disc 1: Migration
Disc 1: Migration
MIGRATIONJimmy Buffett
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
Disc 1: Growing Older But Not Up
GROWING OLDER BUT NOT UPBy Jimmy Buffett
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]
Disc 1: Holiday [Live]
HolidayLyrics & music by Jimmy Buffett, Ralph MacDonald & Bill Eaton, and William Salter
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
Disc 1: Come Monday
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
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
Disc 1: Fruitcakes
FruitcakesJimmy Buffett, Amy Lee
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
Disc 1: We Are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
WE ARE THE PEOPLE OUR PARENTS WARNED US ABOUTJimmy Buffett
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
Disc 1: Cheeseburger in Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
Disc 1: Jolly Mon Sing
Disc 1: Jolly Mon Sing
JOLLY MONJimmy Buffett, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
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
Disc 1: Pascagoula Run
PASCAGOULA RUNJimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver
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
Disc 1: Tin Cup Chalice
Tin Cup ChaliceBoats, Beaches, Bars, Ballads
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
Disc 1: Pencil Thin Moustache
PENCIL-THIN MUSTACHEJimmy Buffett
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
Disc 1: Grapefruit/Juicy Fruit
GRAPEFRUIT-JUICY FRUITJimmy Buffett
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
Disc 1: Coconut Telegraph
COCONUT TELEGRAPHJimmy Buffett
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
Disc 1: Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
Disc 1: Last Mango in Paris
Disc 1: Last Mango in Paris
LAST MANGO IN PARISJimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
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
Disc 1: Fins
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Disc 1: Brown Eyed Girl
Disc 1: Brown Eyed Girl
BROWN EYED GIRLVan Morrison
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
Disc 1: One Particular Harbour
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOURJimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE
Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea
Disc 2: School Boy Heart
Disc 2: School Boy Heart
School Boy HeartJimmy Buffett & Matt Betton
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose
I suppose the need to focus never arose
So something like a Swiss Army knife, that's my life
Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me
Breakin' free, breakin' free
"Cause I got a school boy heart, novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a bartender ear and a beachcomber style
Piratical nerve and a vaudevillian style
I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi
I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck
With all hands spread all over the deck,--what the heck.
Then some kind of unseen and unscrupulous mind
Began to pick up what he could find, added ice
Shook me twice, rolled the dice
Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a native tongue from way down south
It sits in the cheek of my Gulf coastal mouth
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose
I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi,........
Disc 2: Volcano
Disc 2: Volcano
VOLCANOJimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey
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
Disc 2: Son of a Son of a Sailor
SON OF A SON OF A SAILORJimmy Buffett
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.
And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.
But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
Disc 2: Take Another Road
Disc 2: Take Another Road
TAKE ANOTHER ROADJimmy Buffett, Jay Oliver & Roger Guth
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
Disc 2: Knees of My Heart
KNEES OF MY HEARTI'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
Disc 2: In the Shelter
IN THE SHELTERJimmy Buffett
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)
Disc 2: Desperation Samba (Halloween in Tijuana)
DESPERATION SAMBA (HALLOWEEN IN TIAJUANA)Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Timothy B.Schmidt
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
Disc 2: Barefoot Children In The Rain
Barefoot Children In The RainJimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer
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
Disc 2: Saxophones
SAXOPHONESI 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
Disc 2: He Went to Paris
HE WENT TO PARISJimmy Buffett
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
Disc 2: Creola
CREOLAJimmy Buffett, Ralph McDonald & William Salter
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
Disc 2: Pirate Looks at Forty
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTYJimmy Buffett
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
Instrumental
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.
Disc 2: Sail on Sailor
Disc 2: Sail on Sailor
SAIL ON SAILORBeach Boys
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
Disc 1: Why Don't We Get Drunk
WHY DON'T WE GET DRUNKJimmy Buffett
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'
Disc 2: Everybody's Talkin'
EVERYBODY'S TALKIN"Fred Neil
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'
Disc 2: Havana Daydreamin'
HAVANA DAYDREAMIN'Jimmy Buffett
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
Disc 2: Bob Robert's Society Band
Bob Robert's Society BandLyrics by Jimmy Buffett
Music by Amy Lee
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
Blue Guitar
Blue GuitarRoger Guth, Peter Mayer
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
Mademoiselle Voulez-Vous Danser
Mademoiselle Voulez-Vous DanserBy Lennie Gallant
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
Autour De Rocher
Autour Du RocherJimmy Buffett, Henri Ledee, Leon Ledee, Marcel Limodin, Jean-Jacques Kraif
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
Savannah Fare You Well
Savannah Fare You WellBy Hugh Prestwood
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
All The Ways I Want You
All The Ways I Want YouBy Bruce Cockburn
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
Last Man Standing
Last Man StandingBy Mac McAnally, Jimmy Buffett
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?
What If The Hokey-Pokey Is All It Really Is About?
What If The Hokey Pokey Is All It Really Is About?Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally, C. Macak, T. Baker, L. Laprise
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
Altered Boy
Altered BoyJimmy Buffett, Wayne Jobson
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
USS Zydecoldsmobile
USS ZydecoldsmobileBy Sonny Landreth
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
Someday I Will
Someday I WillJimmy Buffett, Matt Betton
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
Far Side Of The World
Far Side of the WorldJimmy Buffett
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
FruitcakesJimmy Buffett, Amy Lee
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
Southern Cross
Southern Cross
Got out of town on a boat goin' to southern islands.
Sailing a reach before a followin' sea.
She was makin' for the trades on the outside,
And the downhill run to Papeete Bay.
Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas.
We got eighty feet of the waterline.
Nicely making way.
In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away.
Think about how many times I have fallen,
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin' for that woman, girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. And you know it will.
When you see the Southern Cross for the first time,
You understand now why you came this way.
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.
So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dyin'.
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship and all her flags are a flyin'
She is all that I have left and music is her name.
Think about how many times I have fallen,
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin' for that woman, girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. And you know it will.
So we cheated and we lied and we tested
And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do.
You will survive being bested.
But somebody fine will come along make me forget about loving you.
At the Southern Cross.
Pencil Thin Mustache
Pencil Thin Mustache
PENCIL-THIN MUSTACHEJimmy Buffett
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
Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season
Trying to Reason with the Hurricane SeasonBoats, Beaches, Bars, Ballads
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
Coconut Telegraph
COCONUT TELEGRAPHJimmy Buffett
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
Cheeseburger in Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
Come Monday
Come Monday
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
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
Son of a Son of a Sailor
SON OF A SON OF A SAILORJimmy Buffett
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.
And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.
But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
Volcano
Volcano
VOLCANOJimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey
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
Brown Eyed Girl
BROWN EYED GIRLVan Morrison
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
Tin Cup Chalice
Tin Cup ChaliceBoats, Beaches, Bars, Ballads
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
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
One Particular Harbour
One Particular Harbour
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOURJimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE
Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea
Margaritaville [Lost Verse Included]
Margaritaville [Lost Verse Included]
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
Love and Luck
Love and Luck
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
Beach House On The Moon
Beach House On The MoonCameron'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
Permanent Reminder of a Temporary Feeling
Permanent Reminder of a Temporary Feeling Beach House on the MoonShe 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
Waiting for the Next Explosion
Waiting for the Next Explosion Beach House on the MoonMissing 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
Pacing the Cage
Pacing the Cage Beach House on The MoonSunset 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
Flesh And Bone
Flesh and BoneBeach House on the Moon
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 Will Play For Gumbo
I Will Play For Gumbo Beach House on the MoonI 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
Math Suks
Math Suks Beach House on the MoonIf 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
Spending Money
Spending MoneyBeach House On the Moon
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
Semi-True Story
Semi-True Story Beach House on the MoonWith 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
Lucky Stars
Lucky StarBeach House on the Moon
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'
You Call it Joggin'Beach House on the MoonYou 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
I Don't Know And I Don't Care
I Don't Know and I Don't CareBeach House on the Moon
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
Intro-The Legend of Norman Paperman/Kinja
The Legend of Norman Paperman/Kinja (7:02)Dialogue Kinja was the name of the island when it was British. The actual name was King George the Third Island, but the Islanders shorted that to Kinja. Now the name in the maps and the guidebooks is Amerigo,but everybody who lives there still calls it Kinja. The United States acquired the island peaceably in 1940 as part of the shuffling of old destroyers and Caribbean real estate that went on between Mr. Roosevelt and Mr. Churchill. The details of the transaction were and are vague to the inhabitants. The West Indian is not exactly hostile to change, but he's not much inclined to believe in it. Meantime in a fashion Amerigo is getting Americanized. The inflow of cash is making everyone more prosperous. Most Kinjans go along cheerily with this explosion of American energy in the Caribbean. To them it seems a new harmless and apparently endless Carnival. Sanders Have you ever dreamed of escaping from your dull existence to a new life on a tropical island? Our story is about a man who did it - a real person, whose true adventure has become a legend here in the Caribbean. Welcome one and all to THE LEGEND OF NORMAN PAPERMAN.
Ensemble
Dis is da Legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from de islands we'll share
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
Is it a dream or a nightmare?
Women
Dis is da Legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from de tropics we'll tell
Men
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin' Cause heaven can turn into hell.
Sanders [Sings]
Kinja's the name of the island
It's been Kinja for two hundred years
But remember paradise
Doesn't come without a price
Let me make that abundantly clear
Kinja, our beautiful island
In a windward archipelago
We've been English, French and Dutch
Never seemed to matter much
Now we're officially Amerigo
Ensemble
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Sheila, chef at the Gull Reef Club)
Sheila
Our ancestors came in the slave ships
To work for the privileged few
Who wore Paris fashions
And lived in pink mansions
While we huddled in shacks of bamboo
Den da sugar beet bring us our freedom
With the help of our God we got through
Insurrections, beheadin's, funerals and weddin's
Hurricanes and a World War or Two
Chorus
Hurricanes and a World War or Two
We're Kinja
Still Kinj
Our Kinja
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Gilbert, gondolier of the Gull Reef Club)
Gilbert
Mr. Churchill had to get some destroyers
To put old Hitler six feet below
FDR he pulled a nifty
Got our island for just fifty
And da Limeys dey pack up and go
We dance through the streets in celebration
Da fireworks dey light up da sky
We got hot dogs and highways
Got Fords and Chevrolets
Not to mention de Fourth of July
Ensemble
Not to mention de Fourth of July
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Senator Pullman, the island's big enchilada)
Senator Pullman
Now the Yankees, they come wid der dollars
It's a beehive of activity
Sell dem crawfish and rum
Keep dem dizzy and numb
Oh we're liken' this prosperity
We got new holidays for celebration
We got new laws, but no one complies
We got crawfish and mangos
Calypso and tangos
Ahhh, but we short on our watah supply
Ensemble
Mighty short on our watah supply
We got the Carnival
We love the Carnival
The Kinja Carnival
Carnival
We got the Carnival
Don't stop the Carnival
We love the Carnival
And our story begins
Dis is da legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from de tropics we'll tell
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
'Cause heaven can turn into hell!
The legend of NORMAN PAPERMAN
Public Relations
Public Relations
Public Relations (3:57)I was born on an island
The island of Manhattan
Dreamt all my life of a career on the
Great White way
Producer Norman Paperman
Director Norman Paperman
And I made it!
In a sort of off-the-wall way, I found my
calling-Listen
[Sings]
Up every morning, out every evening
Hustling for headlines, that's what I do
Table at Sardi's, grappling for gossip
Working the press for a mention or two
Paperman [Cont.] I never acted like some nervous rookie
Right from the start I was hot as a cookie
I was the numero uno
What a debut
Chorus
Public Relations, Public Relations
Boozing and schmoozing, that's what I do
PR's my vocation
And I'm a sensation
Public relations
Such hullabaloo
But I went full throttle
Never could slow down
Then out of nowhere a mild heart attack
Middle age crisis
Face the big questions
Had to get off of this foolish fast track
It all started out
As an ad in the paper
Now it's turned into A tropical caper
But it's only public relations
And that's what I do
Chorus
Public Relations, Public Relations
Ego inflation, that's what I do
Isn't it wonderful, isn't it fabulous
Public Relations, such hullabaloo
Give this some thought Norman
Things can get sticky
Here in the tropics
Wine turns to glue
Norman
I've never seen such a beautiful ocean
Iris
Holy Sweet Jesus, he's got no clue
Norman
I'll buy this place
I am expatriating
Iris
You as a landlord
Sounds intoxicating
It's only Public Relations
Who's screwing who
No, not that old PR
Of yacking and quacking
Making folks happy
That's what I'll do
Sunshine and sea air
Palm trees, martinis
That's what I yearn for -- Like you, you, and you
Just give me some time
And I'll make it come true!
Calaloo
Calaloo
Calaloo (3:16) From here in my kitchen
I watch the whole seen
Life on dis island 's
A unique cuisine
It simmers and bubbles
And looks quite routine
Till somebody spill all da beans
Chorus:
Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
Mysterious curious roux
Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo
Sooner or later we're all in the stew
Night after night
On dat terrace out der
Plays a melodrama
Could equal Shakesphere
Dey may tell theirself
Dat somehow dey are not
Best take it from me,
We're all in the same pot
Chorus:
Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
Mysterious curious roux
Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo
Sooner or later we're all in the stew
Bridge:
Hey Hey Sheila, Hey Hey Sheila
Hey Hey Sheila, what's in dat calaloo
Hey Sheila tell us, Hey Sheila tell us
Hey Hey Sheila, What's in that calaloo
We got Crab and pig tell
Squid ink and fish scale
Okra and dasheen leaves
Chitchat and chatter
Fill up the platter
With a garnish of pure make believe
Chorus:
Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
Mysterious and curious roux
Though some might think somehow they are not
Make no mistake we're all in the same pot
Take it from me this is no Camelot.
Island Fever
Island Fever
Island Fever (4:35)I think I've got a touch of island fever
I do believe I feel a bit sauteed
This morning I was just some nonbeliever
Tonight I feel I've joing a wild crusade
I never thought of life as being breezy
I never thought of time as time to play
I never thought that I could take it easy
But all those feelings changed for me today
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Are finding their way to my brain
Layers and layers of costumes and players
That make my whole life look insane
Palm trees and views I can't believe
Why would I ever want to leave?
I think I'll take my shoes off and go walking
Down beside the Caribbean Sea.
I like the funny sounds of parrots squawking
I think I hear a hammock calling me.
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Could this be some kind of charade?
Layers and layers of costumes and players
I think I will join the parade
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Could this be some kind of charade?
Layers and layers of costumes and players
I think I will join the parade
I think I've got a touch of island fever...
Sheila Says
Sheila Says
Sheila Says (3:55)Shelia says the heart is just a muscle
Shelia says the heart is cooled by time
Hiding out for years down in these trade winds
In the land of coconuts and limes
Chorus:
I've played this game for too long
My life's just one same old song
Now marooned for a time on this island
I go into and out of the fog
And that's why I live with my dog
Instrumental Bridge
Men oh, men oh, oh men I've known to many
Deceivers cloaked in clumsy vanity
What men lack in love and understanding
They make up in stupidity
Chorus:
But now and then one comes along
And lights up my world like a song
I am tempted to unleash my interest
Yet I put it to you man's best friend
There's just one sad old way it can end
Bridge:
We have our faults
But men have only two
All that they say
All that they do
You're a joy and a friend and a guardian
Never bored with my sad monologue
You're better off with a dog
Sheila says the heart's just a muscle
Sheila says the heart's just a muscle
Just an Old Truth Teller
Just an Old Truth Teller
Just An Old Truth Teller (3:34)I'm just an old truth teller
I'm your candid friend
I'm not some daydream seller
I do not pretend
I've a sense of survival
And screwing my rivals
That's labeled me crossed and uncouth
But I can't help it I just tell the truth
He can't help it, he just tells the truth
I'm just an old truth teller
Brutally direct
I see it eye for eye
I'm rarely incorrect
Why call me a sharp trader
A corporate raider
I'm a role model for today's youth
It's so simple, I just tell the truth
He can't help it, he just tells the truth
Bridge:
Why was I born to be right all the time
In deal after deal after deal
Foiling those sharks that are circling my penthouse
Hoping to make a meal
No good deed goes unpunished
Nothing goes as planed
My ingrate family left me
I don't understand
Where's your wife?
In Alaska
Any sons?
In Nebraska
And my daughter milks cows in Duluth
I can't help it, I just tell the truth
Ohh he can't help it, he just sells it
he can't help, he just tells it
I can't help, I just tell the truth
Henny's Song: The Key to My Man
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
Kinja Rules
Kinja Rules (3:49)Lorna
Mista Paper, Senator Pullman he just call.
He ask how come ya don need no watah
Norman
Don't need water!
Lorna
Well, you let the barge go by
He comin' to talk to you
Norman
Who is Senator Pullman anyway?
Why do I have to signal the barge?
Iris
Welcome to the Caribbean, put on a shirt at least.
The big enchilada is on his way
Senator Pullman
Mr. Norman Paperman, I presume?
Joinin' us in Kinja for de tourist boom?
Norman
Norman Paperman at your service.
Meeting the kingpin, I'm slightly nervous
Pullman
Mr. Paperman, I here to be your friend
But there's just certain rules here we can not bend
Paperman How about the water? My cistern's flat.
Pullman
Why sure, I come to take care of dat
Chorus
BUT You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
We use a different box of tools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Pullman
Now dis alien ain't bonded for no gondolier
He's bonded for GARDENER-dat why he here
De Chief of Immigration a power in dis town
Chief find out-your hotel close down
Paperman
Hereafter gardening's all he'll do I didn't know, I swear to you
Pullman
Doan' hoross yourself, it's okay mister
De Chief of Immigration-she's my sister
Chorus
BUT You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about that civics course you learned in school
We ain't city folks, but we ain't fools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Pullman
Stop!
Paperman
How about my water?
Pullman
Hold you hosses I come to dat
Look at da chambermaid, she mighty fat
And if dat alien have her baby here
Dat baby an AMERICAN, free and clear
De Secretary of Interior, he gonna rave
And dat baby on your record
From da cradle to da grave
Your responsibility-I doan mean maybe
Da bottom line sir, dat YOUR BABY
Chorus
You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
We use a simple box of tools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Paperman
I'll send her away-but this club's bone dry
Pullman
No problem, lots of watah you can buy
Paperman
Buy water, Senator?
That's your advice?
Pullman
Chief of Public Works give you a special price
Paperman
Chief of public works
Who's he-your brother?
Pullman
Ha ha, not bad she's Lorna's mother
Chorus
SO You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
We use a different box of tools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Paperman
Senator, I thank you.
Now one thing's clear
I've got to hire a Kinjan gondolier
Pullman
Now dat a problem-
Paperman
What's the reason
Pullman
No unemployment-it's high season
Can't hire no Kinjan to wear dis hat
Paperman
And I can't use an alien?
Pullman
Don't ask dat
Paperman
You've been a great help, sir-you've got my vote
Just tell me-who's going to row that boat?
Pullman
YOU gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
Just take it easy, play it cool
But be sure to
Paperman joins Pullman
Play by Kinja rules
Extra Chorus
You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about that civics course you learned in school
God watches out for drunks and fools
But forget the Ten Commandments here
Kinja rules
Kinja rules
Kinja rules
Kinja rules
Pullman
Norman Paperman, I feel you soon adjust to Kinja, hahaha
A Thousand Steps to Nowhere
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
It's All About the Water
It's All About The Water (2:22)Sheila
Watah in de kitchen!
Church
Water in the bar!
Ensemble
It's all about da water, don't you know
Kinja needs da water, da H2O
It's all about da water, it ain't no lie
Widout de water we shrivel up and die
Sheila
De main cistern go down to zero
De new bossman, he be a hero
Solve de problem, so give a cheer-o
He turn on de water!
Ensemble
H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0
Iris
I had my doubts about this New Yorker
Thought he'd just be a big talker
But as a bossman, he's a corker
He turned on the water
Ensemble
H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0
Paperman
I'm new to Kinja, I admit
But nothing here's gonna make me quit
This island don't scare me a bit
I turned on the water!
Ensemble
It's all about da water, don't you know
All about da water, da H2O
All about da water, it ain't no lie
Widout da water we shrivel up and die!
Ensemble
H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0
Champagne Si', Agua No
Champagne Si', Agua No
Champagne Si, Agua No (1:44)Folks, Gull Reef regrets the water shortage.
Wild night out there!
Water in the sea, water from the sky, no water in the Club,
but while the pump gets repaired, let's live!
If the water can't flow, the wine can!
Champagne party in the lobby!
Champagne si', agua no
Let it rain, let it blow
To hell with the H2O
Champagne si', agua no
The Gull Reef Club's not too ship shape
Time for a party time for a break
Tonight all our troubles will soon disappear
Cause champagne is cheaper than water down here
Champagne si', agua no
Champagne si', agua no
A toast to the French who gave us these bubbles
A toast to your host who stands in this rubble
Running this hotel is no piece of cake
So cut me some slack people give me a break
Champagne si', agua no
Champagne si',agua no
A toast to Columbus, Arawaks and Caribs
To pirates and patriots, rascals and thieves,
the limbo, the cha cha and what we love most
A free champagne party put on by our host
Champagne si', agua no
Champagne si', agua no
Public Relations (Reprise)
Public Relations (Reprise)
Public Relations - Reprise Don't Stop the CarnivalPublic 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!
Back
The Handiest Frenchman in the Caribbean
The Handiest Frenchman in the Caribbean
The Handiest Frenchman In The Caribbean (0:50)Ensemble
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Handiest Frenchman in the Caribbean
Got the Gull Reef Club sparkling and clean
Bravo bon travou Mr. Martine
Who patch the hole in the cistern wall
Hippolyte
Who solved my problems one and all
Hippolyte
A genie in a bottle twenty feet tall
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
How come mine host is sitting pretty
A cistern full of water and shekels in the kitty
A million miles away from nasty New York City
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Get back to work
Or he'll chop you like sardines
Merci Hippolyte
Lamartine
Hippolyte's Habitat (Qui Moun' Qui)
Hippolyte's Habitat (Qui Moun' Qui)
Hippolyte's Habitat (Qui Moun' Qui) (3:11)Swing my cutlass at the tall grass
And anything that gets in my way
That's my job here, let's be quite clear
Working is how I spend my day
Scary? Verrry I can instill some fear
Owners don't know this is my show
I've seen them all disappear
Chorus
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat Paperman
I'm the only boss around
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat white man
I'm de only boss in town
Creole
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Chorus
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat Paperman
He be an annoying little gnat
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat white man
Dis is Hippolyte's habitat
Creole
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Now you've met me, don't forget me
Hippolyte the French handyman
But my work waits, please the ingrates
They're all a part of my plan
Chorus
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat Paperman
He be an annoying little gnat
Who's the boss man?
Surely ain't dat white man
Dis is Hippolyte's habitat
Creole
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
There's a place in France where they do the cutlass dance
Who Are We Trying to Fool?
Who Are We Trying to Fool?
Who Are We Trying to Fool? (4:35)Iris
I like to think my heart is just a muscle
A muscle that I've learned to control
I figured, hell, one harmless midnight tussle
With you would rest quite easy on my soul
Now I see you're a tres, tres goddamn charmer
An actress is taught to be cool
BUT Who am I trying to fool?
Paperman
I'd like to toast your firm determination
But human nature's got the best of me
I've never forced myself upon a lady
Iris
You're about as subtle as artillery
Paperman
I've been here before and I have to admit
that I can't keep my cool
Who are we trying to fool?
Who are we trying to fool?
Paperman
Don't look for me to be your savior
Iris
No good can come from this behavior
Sheila
This ain't no mystery, look at our history
It's just another wild Caribbean night
The rum and drums just bring out what's in us
Temptation's been here since that very first bite
Who are they tryin' to fool?
Who are they tryin' to fool?
They should forget it, they'll both regret it
He wants a push, she needs a shove
He's got a good wife, she hides a dark life
Fuel for combustion ?anger and love
Who are they tryin' to fool?
Who are they tryin' to fool?
Who are they tryin' to fool?
Paperman
Life is for most of us one long postponement
Iris
If we think too much I guess we'll miss our chance
Paperman
It's our time, our night, our island, not our future
Iris
It's not the whole tamale, just one dance
Duet
So Who are we trying to fool?
Who are we trying to fool?
Let's break all of those goddamn Kinja rules
Fat Person Man
Fat Person Man
Fat Person Man (3:29)Sheila
You got to get rid of Dat fat person man
Send him to French Guiana China or Japan
Get him off of dis island
Ders no reconcilin' Da rumours have already spread
He don't leave dis island
He lose his head
I can't help it I just tell the truth
Norman
Now Sheila I can't do that
Try and understand
He's not just some drunk asshole
He's my money man
He's got banks in Nebraska
And mines in Alaska
His childish ways can be misread
Sheila
I'll say it one more time sir
He lose his head I can't help it,
I just tell the truth
Norman
Now Lester's really harmless
Sheila
But Hippolyte's a threat
Norman
Whole life here in Kinja
Rests on this Tilson fete
I can't have a beheading
Or any blood letting
Oh Sheila tell me what to do
Sheila
Stick to do dat fat person
Like you be glue
Norman
I will keep him on the beach at the barbeque
Lester
I can't help it
I just tell the truth
Up on the Hill
Up on the Hill
Up On The Hill (4:11)We come from a long line of lenders
Who get rich just exploiting you spenders
But now we just manage our blenders
Up, up, up on the hill
It helps to be charming and funny
Have cute names like Binky and Bunny
But the main thing's still oodles of money
Up, up, up on the hill
Up on the hill we are the big cheeses
Up on the hill we own the cool breezes
Top of the heap Is where we know we belong
Up on the hill above the confusion
Up on the hill we live our illusions
Up, up, up on the hill
Marmalade mansions beneath cloudless skies
Breathtaking vistas that baffle your eyes
We're passing our days in a rare atmosphere
Sun, sea, and stars, and warm breezes all year
Our blood is decidedly blue-ish
We're leery of anything newish
And or course, darling, nobody's Jewish
Up, up, up on the hill
Up on the hill we are the big cheeses
Up on the hill we own the cool breezes
The top of the heap Is where we know we belong
Up on the hill above the confusion
Up on the hill we live our illusions
Up, up, up on the hill
Up, up, up on the hill
Way up, up, up on the hill
Domicile
Domicile
Domicile (0:37)The Hill Crowd
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
With Kinja as our domicile
There's so much less to pay
We pay our taxes here
The IRS is far away
Domicile is our comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Domicile is our comfort and joy
Funeral Dance
Funeral Dance
Funeral Dance
In Amerigo, Carnival was as hallowed as Christmas itself, perhaps slightly more so.
There was a meaning to it. See, Islanders did not put into words, yet which made it the authentic supreme day in the Kinjian calendar.
Africa was marching down the main street of this little harbor town today.
Africa, in undimmed black vitality, surging up out of centuries of island displacement, island slavery, island isolation, island ignorance.
Africa, unquenchable in its burning love of life.
Time to Go Home
Time to Go Home
Time To Go Home (3:33)Henny
Hey now mine host, don't be so melancholy
You've made the most out of Amy Ball's folly
You went crazy, ran off with an actress and didn't get rich
What can I say? I still love you, you son of a bitch
Norman New York's gray and cold But somehow I miss that
Norman And
running the Gull Reef Club Bordered on hand to hand combat
Henny
You beat the odds, water Gods now it's time for shalom
Hey Mr. Paperman, I think it's time to go home
Chorus
Time to go home Norman
Time to go home
Norman
Hey Mistuh Papuh-mon
Time to go home
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
Hey Mr. Papuh-mon time to go home
Norman
Henny I'm sorry I hurt you
That's all I can say
Henny
Who knows this whole episode
Just might end up on Broadway
Norman
To hell with bureaucracy and island mystery
Henny
Let's clear the air dear but no more affairs here
Norman
To hell with the hill crowd and life or death parties
Henny
I know a guy who has contacts at Sardi's
Duet
Hey Mister (Mrs.) Paperman I think it's time to go home
Chorus
Time to go home Norman
Time to go home Norman
Hey Mistuh Papuh-Mon
Time to go home
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
Hey Mr. Papuh-Mon Time to go home
Time to go home Norman
Time to go home Norman
Hey Mistuh Papuh-Mon
Time to go home
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
Hey Mr. Paperman
Time to go home
Time to go home Norman
Time to go home Norman
Hey Mistuh Papuh-Mon
Time to go home
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
Hey Mr. Paperman Time to go home
Words and music by Jimmy Buffett Lyric reprint and music publishing ©1997 Calaloo Music (BMI) except Intro - The Legend of Norman Paperman/Kinja ©1996 Calaloo Music (BMI). All rights reserved. Used by Permission
Christmas Island
Christmas Island
Christmas IslandLyle Moraine
Let's get away from sleigh bells, let's get away from snow
Let's make a break some Christmas, Dear, I know the place to go
How'd ya like to spend Christmas on Christmas Island?
How'd ya like to spend the holiday away across the sea?
How'd ya like to spend Christmas on Christmas Island?
How'd ya like to hang a stocking on a great big coconut tree?
How'd ya like to stay up late, like the islanders do?
Wait for Santa to sail in with your presents in a canoe.
If you ever spend Christmas on Christmas Island
You will never stray for everyday
Your Christmas dreams come true.
How'd ya like to stay up late like the islanders do?
Wait for Santa to sail in with your presents in a canoe
If you ever spend Christmas on Christmas Island
You will never stray, for everyday
Your Christmas dreams come true
On Christmas Island your dreams come true.
Jingle Bells
Jingle Bells
Jingle Bells (Traditional)Arranged by Jimmy Buffett & Michael Utley
(Chorus)
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to run in a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells, fingle all the way
Oh, what fun on Jah's cool run in a one-horse open sleigh
We're dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh
And o'er the fields we go a-laughin' all the way
The bells on bob-tail ring, they're making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight
(Chorus)
A day or two ago I thought I'd take a run to Port Antonio
I be cruisin' in the sun
The radio was loud, the chicken jerked and fried
And all I had to do that day was drive on the left side
Happy Xmas (War Is Over)
Happy Xmas (War Is Over)
Happy Xmas (War is Over)Jon Lennon & Yoko Ono
And so this is Christmas, and what have you done?
Another year older, a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas, I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones, the old and the young
A merry, merry Christmas and a happy new year
Let's hope it's a good one, without any fears
And so this is Christmas, for weak and for strong
The rich and the poor ones, the road is so long
And so, happy Christmas, for black and for white.
The yellow and red ones, and stop all the fights
A merry, merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one, without any fears
And so, this is Christmas, and what have we done?
Another year older, a new one just begun
And so, happy Christmas, I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones, the old and the young
A merry, merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one, without any fears
Up On The House Top
Up On The House Top
Up on the HousetopTraditional
Arranged by Jimmy Buffett & MikeUtley
Up on the housetop reindeer paws, out jumps good ol' Santa Claus
Down thru the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones, Christmas joy.
(Chorus)
Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go,
Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go-o
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with good Saint Nick.
First comes the stocking of little Will
Oh, just see what a glorious fill
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks
Also a ball and a whip that cracks
(Chorus)
Instumental Bridge
(Chorus)
"They say it's your birthday, it's my birthday, too,........yeah,....I
got two presents, that's right, Dude, I got some jam and I got some
wax, two presents for Christmas,......... Bitchin, huh? Right,
let's go to the beach......
Mele Kalikimaka Alex Anderson
Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas Day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway
Here we know that Xmas will be green and bright
Sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say Merry Christmas to you.
(Repeat)
Mele Kalikimaka
Mele Kalikimaka
Mele Kalikimaka
Mele kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway
Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say merry Christmas to you, take it girls
Mele kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway
Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say merry Christmas to you
Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say merry Christmas to you
Mele kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway
Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say merry Christmas, merry, merry Christmas
Merry, merry, merry Christmas to you
Run Rudolph Run
Run Rudolph Run
Run, Rudolph, RunMavin Brodie & Johnny Marks
Round up all the reindeer
You know you're the master mind
Run, run, Rudolph
Vixen can't be far behind.
(Chorus)
Run, run, Rudolph,
Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make 'em hurry
Tell him he can take the freeway down
Run, run, Rudolph
Spinnin' like a merry -go-round
Said Santa to the boy-child,
"What would you be longin' for?"
All I want for Xmas
Is a rock 'n rollin' 'lectric guitar
Then away went-a Rudolph
Streakin like a shootin' star
(Chorus)
Said Santa to the girl-child,
"What would you be pleased most to get?"
A little Barbie doll
That can cry, sleep, drink & wet
Then away went-a Rudolph
Streakin' like a Citation jet
(Chorus)
Ho Ho Ho & A Bottle Of Rhum
Ho Ho Ho & A Bottle Of Rhum
Ho, Ho, Ho, and a Bottle of RhumJimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Pete Mayer & Russ Kunkel
Santa's stressed out as the holiday season draws near
He's been doing the same job now going on two thousand years
He's got pains in his brain and chimney scars cover his buns
He hates to admit it, but Xmas is more work than fun
He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow
Mr. Claus has a has escape plans, a secret that only he knows
Beaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreams
A break from his wife, half-frozen in life
The elves and that damn reindeer team
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
He thinks about boat drinks and fun in the sun]
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good
He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood
Just for the weekend he's like to be Peter Pan
Get out of his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand
(Chorus)
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Santa's off to the Caribbean
Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Santa's off to the Caribbean
A week in the tropics and he'll be alright
Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight
Merry Christmas to all and to all good night
Merry Christmas, Alabama (Never Far From Home)
Merry Christmas, Alabama (Never Far From Home)
Merry Christmas, Alabama (Never Far From Home)
Merry Christmas, Alabama
Merry Christmas, Tennessee
Merry Christmas, Louisiana
To St. Barth's and the Florida Keys
Merry Christmas, Mississippi
Where I started this wild and crazy run
Such a long way from that first birthday
Merry Christmas, Everyone
And Merry Christmas, Colorado
Though far from you all I have roamed
"Tis the season to remember
All the faces and the places that were home
"Tis the season to remember
And to count up all the ports of call I've known
And to thank his mercies tender
For I'm never far from home
Merry Christmas to my saints and guardian angels
Who protect me as I roam
All the faces and the places that were home
Guess my life's moved at near light speed
Since I started this wild and crazy run
Such a long way from that first birthday
Merry Christmas, Everyone
"Tis the season to remember
That we're never far from home
Merry Christmas, Everyone
A Sailor's Christmas
A Sailor's Christmas
A Sailor's ChristmasJimmy Buffett & Roger Guth
Sail on the horizons gotta landfall rendezvous
Captain steers a well-known course, he steers straight & true
As he trims the sheets, he sings a song
He learned on boats and bars
Sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour 'neath the stars
He's traveled through the doldrums, typhoons and hurricanes
He's logged a million soggy miles with water on his brain
But Christmas is the season better suited for dry land
He'll tell some lies, meet some spies
And dance barefoot in the sand
(Chorus)
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook
Caye con les, no work today, let's shell the ol' log book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun.
There's a party down at Le Selecte, music, rum and cheers
Faces in the shadows, God, I haven't seen for years
A mast & shroud fill with lights
'Neath the waning of the moon
They're an airy celebration in the realm of King Neptune.
(Chorus)
Jesus was a fisherman who walked upon the sea
The North Pole is ocean's remote frozen balcony
The continents keep drifting but the children sing and play
'Cause nothing really matters, after all it's Christmas day
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook.
Vaye con les, no work today, he read it in a book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
Havin' fun... havin' fun...havin' fun
I'll Be Home For Christmas
I'll Be Home For Christmas
I'll Be Home for ChristmasKim Gannon, Walter Kent & Buck Ram
I'll be home for Christmas,
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistle toe
And presents 'neath the tree
Xmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Xmas
If only in my dreams
Merry Christmas, Alabama (Never Far from Home)
Jimmy Buffett & Matt Bettton
Merry Christmas, Alabama
Merry Christmas, Tennessee
Merry Christmas, Louisiana
To St. Barth's and the Florida Keys
Merry Christmas, Mississippi
Where I started this wild and crazy run
Such a long way from that first birthday
Merry Christmas, Everyone
And Merry Christmas, Colorado
Though far from you all I have roamed
"Tis the season to remember
All the faces and the places that were home
"Tis the season to remember
And to count up all the ports of call I've known
And to thank his mercies tender
For I'm never far from home
Merry Christmas to my saints and guardian angels
Who protect me as I roam
All the faces and the places that were home
Guess my life's moved at near light speed
Since I started this wild and crazy run
Such a long way from that first birthday
Merry Christmas, Everyone
"Tis the season to remember
That we're never far from home
Merry Christmas, Everyone
Only Time Will Tell
Only Time Will Tell
Only Time Will TellLyrics by Jimmy Buffett, Music by Buffett, Kunkel, Guth, P. Mayer & J. Mayer
Scales and clocks just can't be trusted
Keys and locks are destined to be busted
Metaphors were never made for keeping score
And I'm feeling for the sound of time
Is it the answer or just a suggestion
Is love what we truly want or merely a protection
Is this music made to last or crumble like a shell
Is there heaven here on earth or is this really hell?
(Chorus):
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell, is there a message in this song?
Will it eve make sense, will it ever ring a bell?
Only time will tell.
Are we destined to be ruled by a bunch of old white men
Who compare the world to football and are programmed to defend
I'd like to try a princess or a non-terrestrial
Who is neither boat nor bashful
Is there really such a girl
Chorus
Only time will tell,....
I woke up this morning feeling absolutely grand
For nearly half a century I've been singing in a band
I'd like to think Ill make it to two thousand and one
Will the party be at my house?
God, I wonder who will come...
Jamaica Mistaica
Jamaica Mistaica
Jamaica MistaicaLyrics by Jimmy Buffett
Music by Buffett, Kunkel, Guth, P. Mayer, J. Mayer
Some folks say that I've got the perfect life
Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife
I fly, I sail, I throw caution to the wind
Drift like a stratus cloud above the Caribbean
But every now and then, the dragons come to call
Just when you least expect it you'll be dodgin' cannonballs
I've seen too much not to stay in touch
With a world full of love and luck
I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition
I never forget to duck
(Chorus):
Come back, come back back to Jamaica
Don't chu know we made a big mistaica
We'd be so sad if you told us good-bye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky
It was a beautiful day, the kind you want to toast
We were tree top flyin' movin' west along the coast
Then we landed in the water, just about my favorite thrill
When some asshole started firing as we taxied to Negril
Just about to lose my temper as I endeavored to explain
We had only come for chicken we were not a ganja plane
Well, you should have seen their faces when they finally realized
We were not some coked up cowboy sporting guns and alibis
(Chorus)
They shot from the lighthouse, they shot from highway
They shot from the top of the cliff, they had all gone haywire
We're catchin' fire, and there wasn't even a spliff
Well, the word got out all over the island
Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin'
Some thought me crazy for being way too nice
But it's just another shitty day in paradise
(Chorus)
School Boy Heart
School Boy Heart
School Boy HeartJimmy Buffett & Matt Betton
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose
I suppose the need to focus never arose
So something like a Swiss Army knife, that's my life
Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me
Breakin' free, breakin' free
"Cause I got a school boy heart, novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a bartender ear and a beachcomber style
Piratical nerve and a vaudevillian style
I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi
I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck
With all hands spread all over the deck,--what the heck.
Then some kind of unseen and unscrupulous mind
Began to pick up what he could find, added ice
Shook me twice, rolled the dice
Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a native tongue from way down south
It sits in the cheek of my Gulf coastal mouth
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose
I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi,........
Holiday
Holiday
HolidayLyrics & music by Jimmy Buffett, Ralph MacDonald & Bill Eaton, and William Salter
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.
Overkill
Overkill
OverkillLyrics by Jimmy Buffett
Music by Buffett, Kunkel, Guth, P. Mayer & J. Mayer
Legal problems gettin' thick and hazy
Look at the people gettin' rich and crazy
Locked up in mansions on the top of a hill
Someone needs to tell them 'bout overkill
(Chorus)
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies in the old bone yard
Ah,...ah, ah,...ah
I went found the truth in the Himilayas
Bundled up half-frozen munchin' Milky Way-as
Found a shaman in a diaper with a poppy pot
When I asked if he was cold he said, "I just think hot."
(Chorus)
Minor rap breakdown bridge
Out in Hollywood, the paper money rolls
They feed their egos, instead of their souls
A million here, a million there, a mindless corporate dance
Get paid for fuckin' off, in the south of France
They don't do the shows, but they act like the stars
They fly around in G4's and suck on big cigars
It ain't about the talent, it ain't about the skill
It's all about the silly stupid horseshit deal
(Chorus)
I got no corporate gig, I got no guru
I don't own the ocean front in Honolulu
You write the big checks, but I pay your bills
Now someone's got to tell you 'bout overkill
(Chorus)
Mental Floss
Mental Floss
Mental FlossLyrics by Jimmy Buffett
Music by Buffett, Kunkel, Guth, P.Mayer & J. Mayer
I'd like to be a jellyfish
'Cause jellyfish don't pay rent
They don't walk and they don't talk
With some Euro-trash accent
They're just simple protoplasm
Clear as cellophane
They ride the winds of fortune
Life without a brain
(Chorus)
In one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss-crossed
I recommend you try a little
Mental floss
It's the small, small problems
That keep me so upset
And send me seeking shelter
Beneath my mosquito net
I stay there for hours
Protected from the night
All those insects and vipers
And other things that bite
(Chorus)
I'd like to be a jellyfish
'Cause jellyfish don't pay rent
They don't walk and they don't talk
With some Euro-trash accent
They're just simple protoplasm
Clear as cellophane
They ride the winds of fortune
Life without a brain
(Chorus)
In one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss-crossed
I recommend you try a little
Mental floss
Cultural Infidel
Cultural Infidel
Cultural InfidelLyrics by Jimmy Buffett
Music by Buffett, Kunkel, Guth, P. Mayer, J. Mayer
I'm a cultural infidel, painting in the dark
I'm a cultural infidel, singing in the park
Socrates, hypothesis, the music of Mozart
I'm a cultural infidel, coming from the heart
Free thinkin', hoodwinkin', unblinkin' man
Start trouble, burst bubbles, join my caravan
Someone's got to talk about accountability
Someone's got to raise some hell, I guess it could be me
I'm a cultural infidel trying to draw a crowd
I'm a cultural infidel, singing right out loud
Philosophy is not for me, laughing is my game
I'm a cultural infidel, slap me with the blame
Loose cannon, Armageddon, preachers at the door
Spittin' poison at the boys 'n girls on dance floor
I hear them in the congress, I see them on TV
I hope the Inquisition remains a memory
Al'Diablo Picasso, Al'Diablo Manet
Al'Diablo Fontainebleau, Al'Diable Hemingway
O'Diab Dr. Thompson, O'Diab St. Joan
O'Diab Village People, O'Diab Rolling Stones
Someone's got to talk about accountability
Someone's got to raise some hell, it might as well be me
I'm a cultural infidel, believe in common sense
I'm a cultural infidel, love the present tense
But we have to keep a look out for those mean old backed-up farts
I'm a cultural infidel, comin' from the heart
My heart, my heart, mon coeur
Will I see you in Heaven, will I see you in Hell
Will I see you in Rio, only time will tell
Will I see you in Heaven, will I see you in Hell
Will I see you tomorrow, only time will tell
Happily Ever After (Now and Then)
Happily Ever After (Now and Then)
Happily Ever After (Now & Then)by Jimmy Buffett & Dave Loggins
I've been a stand in a stunt man, I've taken some falls
Troubles,--I've had my share
But no one has to learn how to run before walkin' 'round
Breathin' that million-air
Take it from me 'cause I found
If you leave it then somebody else is bound
To find that treasure, that moment of pleasure
When yours it could have been
(Chorus)
Some people never find it, some only pretend
But me, I just want to live happily ever after
Every now and then
I've been in vans and in bands on and through stages
One thing I can conclude, one has to learn
Havin' fun is just smilin' through
Those changes in latitudes, changes in in attitudes
Take it from me 'cause I found
If you leave it then somebody else is bound
To find that treasure, that moment of pleasure
When yours it could have been
(Chorus)
Some people never find it, some only pretend
But me, hell, I just want to live happily ever after
Every now and then
Every now and then
False Echoes [Havana 1921]
False Echoes [Havana 1921]
False EchoesJimmy Buffett
The skies over Cuba turned pink with the light
And the waterfront ritual began to ignite
All the ships in the harbour were warmed by the sun
Twenty-fifth of November, Nineteen twenty-one
On the old Chicamauga the signal jacks flew
And the message they spelled out caused a great ballyhoo
Every ship in Havana then hoisted away
All the pennants were flyin' on my dad's first birthday
(Chorus)
Enduring echoes call out from his past
Time ain't for savin', no, Time's not for that
Chasin' false echoes like a lost legionnaire
He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
Now his storybook childhood was not make-believe
On the decks of a tallship he was taught to achieve
Witnessed storms and starvation, natural wonders and force
Oh, the life of a sailor steers a wanderin' course
(Chorus)
Well, now life throws us curve balls we never can reach
He gave up the ocean but he lived by the beach
Where he raised up his family, taught us all to survive
Then the wind went away in 1995
Now the old Chicamauga has slipped by the way
She lies on the bottom of old Mobile Bay
Where the ghosts of his father and his brother are near
They protect him and tell him there's nothing to fear
'Cause it's family tradition we take to the sea
And it's a time in the future for Cameron and me
(Chorus)
The skies over Cuba were warmed by the sun
Twenty-fifth of November, 1921
Bob Robert's Society Band
Bob Robert's Society Band
Bob Robert's Society BandLyrics by Jimmy Buffett
Music by Amy Lee
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
Desdemona's Building a Rocket Ship
Desdemona's Building a Rocket Ship
Desdemona's Building a Rocket ShipLyrics by Jimmy Buffett
Music by Buffett, Kunkel, Guth, P. Mayer & J. Mayer
(Chorus)
Desdemona's building a rocket ship, Desdemona's going away
Desdemona's building a rocket ship, blasting off today
She's got a passion for cookies, a crew full of rookies
It's gonna be a helluva blow
Desdemona's building a rocket ship , and I've got to go
A woman on a mission, quite familiar with quasars
Her heart is in the kitchen but her soul is in the stars
Crystal clear on logic but short on expertise
This is a very ancient puzzle, she feels herself a piece
(Chorus)
Desdemona's building a rocket ship, Desdemona's going away
Desdemona's building a rocket ship, blasting off today
She's got a passion for cookies, a crew full of rookies
It's gonna be a helluva blow
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Guess I've got to go
She was down in Puerto Rico, doin'a a scientist
True, he was no geek though she was taken with his kiss
It was under a giant telescope where she heard the calling voice
It came screaming through the light years, she never had a choice
Pleiades callin' her home
Seven Sisters, she hears her distant Sisters
Pleiades callin' me home
Seven Sisters, she hears her Seven Sisters
Pleiades callin' her home
Seven Sisters, she hears her distant Sisters
Pleiades callin' me home
Seven Sisters, she hears her Seven Sisters
A woman on a mission, quite familiar with quasars
Her heart is in the kitchen but her soul is in the stars
Her engines fuel with logic and navigation expertise
It's very distant puzzle, she's gonna get her piece
Desdemona's building a rocket ship, Desdemona's going away
Desdemona's building a rocket ship, blasting off today
She's got a passion for cookies, a crew full of rookies
It's gonna be a helluva blow
Desdemona's building a rocket ship , I've just got to go
Seven Sisters
Seven Sisters, she hears her distant Sisters
Seven Sisters, she hears her Seven Sisters
Pleiades callin' her home
Seven Sisters, she hears her distant Sisters
Pleiades callin' me home
Seven Sisters, she hears her Seven Sisters
Pleiades callin' her home
Seven Sisters, she hears her distant Sisters
Pleiades callin' me home
Barometer Soup
Barometer Soup
Barometer SoupJimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer
Chorus
FOLLOW IN MY WAKE, YOU'VE NOT THAT MUCH AT STAKE
FOR I HAVE PLOWED THE SEAS, AND SMOOTHED THE TROUBLED WATERS
COME ALONG LET'S HAVE SOME FUN, THE HARD WORK HAS BEEN DONE
WE'LL BARREL ROLL INTO THE SUN, JUST FOR STARTERS
Verse
JUST FOR STARTERS, BAROMETER IS MY SOUP
I'M DESCENDED FROM A DECK HAND ON A SLOOP
I TRAVEL ON THE SONG LINES THAT ONLY DREAMERS SEE
NOT KNOWN FOR PREDICTABILITY
Chorus
COME AND FOLLOW IN OUR WAKE, YOU'VE NOT THAT MUCH AT STAKE
FOR WE HAVE PLOWED THE SEAS, AND SMOOTHED THE TROUBLED WATERS
COME ALONG LET'S HAVE SOME FUN, SEEMS OUR WORK IS DONE
WE'LL BARREL ROLL INTO THE SUN, JUST FOR STARTERS
Verse
SAIL THE MAIN COURSE, SAIL IT IN A SIMPLE STURDY CRAFT
KEEP HER WELL STOCKED WITH SHORT STORIES AND LONG LAUGHS
GO FAST ENOUGH TO GET THERE, BUT SLOW ENOUGH TO SEE
MODERATION SEEMS TO BE THE KEY
Bridge
CONSTANTLY SEARCHING
OH MY EYES HAVE SEEN SOME HORIZONS
AND I'VE CROSSED THE OCEANS
FOR MORE THAN JUST THRILLS
NO I'M NOT THE FIRST
WON'T BE THE LAST
YOU LUST FOR THE FUTURE
BUT TREASURE THE PAST
Chorus
FOLLOW IN MY WAKE, YOU'VE NOT THAT MUCH AT STAKE
FOR I HAVE PLOWED THE SEAS, AND SMOOTHED THE TROUBLED WATERS
COME ALONG LET'S HAVE SOME FUN, THE HARD WORK HAS BEEN DONE
WE'LL BARREL ROLL INTO THE SUN, JUST FOR STARTERS
WE'LL BARREL ROLL INTO THE SUN, JUST FOR STARTERS
WE'LL BARREL ROLL INTO THE SUN, JUST FOR STARTERS
Barefoot Children In The Rain
Barefoot Children In The Rain
Barefoot Children In The RainJimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer
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
Bank of Bad Habits
Bank of Bad Habits
Bank Of Bad HabitsJimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer
THE RUMORS AND THE STORIES OF MY PAST I CAN'T DENY
I'M NO ST. IGNATIUS BUT AGAIN I'M NO BAR FLY
THE WRONG THING IS THE RIGHT THING UNTIL YOU LOSE CONTROL
I GOT THIS BANK OF BAD HABITS IN A CORNER OF MY SOUL
Chorus
BANK OF BAD HABITS
THE PRICE OF VICE FORETOLD
ONE BY ONE THEY'LL DO YOU IN
THEY'RE BOUND TO TAKE THEIR TOLL
THE WRONG THING IS THE RIGHT THING
UNTIL YOU LOSE CONTROL
I GOT THIS BANK OF BAD HABITS
IN A CORNER OF MY SOUL
Verse 2
LAST NIGHT I SAID GOOD BYE TO A DEAR OLD FRIEND OF MINE
JUST A THROWBACK SHELL BEACH PARTY NOTHING REALLY ASININE
RUM AND COOKED ANIMALS AND BULLSHIT BY THE TON
THAT PARTY LASTED WAY TOO LONG AND I HAD TOO MUCH FUN
Chorus
BANK OF BAD HABITS
THE PRICE OF VICE FORETOLD
ONE BY ONE THEY'LL DO YOU IN
THEY'RE BOUND TO TAKE THEIR TOLL
THE WRONG THING IS THE RIGHT THING
UNTIL YOU LOSE CONTROL
I GOT THIS BANK OF BAD HABITS
IN A CORNER OF MY SOUL
THAT BANK OF BAD HABITS
IT'S WORTH IT'S WEIGHT IN GOLD
Bridge
TIME FOR YOU TO SPEND THAT DOUGH
YOUR THE ONLY ONE YOU OWE
SO PUT AWAY THOSE ALIBIS
YOU CAN'T FOOL THAT BANKER IN THE SKY
NOW LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS
One
PRIDE-THOU SHALT NOT HAVE PRIDE IN THY NEIGHBOR
Two
COVETING-THOU SHALT NOT COVET THY NEIGHBOR'S WIFE
Three
LUST-THOU SHALT NOT LUST AFTER HIS NEIGHBOR'S WIFE
Four
ANGER-DO NOT BE ANGRY WITH YOUR NEIGHBOR'S WIFE
Five
GLUTTONY-DO NOT EAT THY NEIGHBOR'S WIFE'S POPCORN
Six
ENVY-DO NOT ENVY YOUR NEIGHBOR'S WIFE
Seven
SLOTH-DO NOT BE A SLOB
AND THE Eighth DEADLY SIN IS
PIZZA
Verse
A PICTURE'S WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS JUST ASK A CAMERA MAN
AND IT'S NO SIN TO STOP AND LOOK I DO IT WHEN I CAN
BUT YOU HAVE TO PURGE THAT URGE TO MERGE
YOU HAVE TO KEEP YOUR HEAD
TROUBLE IS WHAT YOU WILL FIND INSIDE SOME STRANGER'S BED
Chorus
BANK OF BAD HABITS
THE PRICE OF VICE FORETOLD
ONE BY ONE THEY'LL DO YOU IN
THEY'RE BOUND TO TAKE THEIR TOLL
THE WRONG THING IS THE RIGHT THING
UNTIL YOU LOSE CONTROL
I GOT THIS BANK OF BAD HABITS
IT'S WORTH ITS WEIGHT IN GOLD
YEA WE'RE TALKIN
KRUGGERAND
DUBLOON
YOU KNOW I WAS WONDERING
DO YOU THINK THEY HAVE AN ATM
MACHINE FOR BAD HABITS?
I THINK I'LL APPLY FOR THAT CARD
Remittance Man
Remittance Man
Remittance ManJimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer
SINNER ON THE MAINLAND
HE'S A SINNER ON THE SEA
HE LOOKS FOR ABSOLUTION
NOT ACCOUNTABILITY
HOW MANY DESTINATIONS
OH GOD HE'S SEEN THEM ALL
HE COLLECTS HIS PRECIOUS PITTANCE
IN EVERY PORT OF CALL
Chorus
REMITTANCE MAN
BLACK SHEEP OF THE FAMILY CLAN
BROKE TOO MANY RULES ALONG THE WAY
REMITTANCE MAN
SO FAR AWAY FROM HOME
NO THEY'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND THE REMITTANCE MAN
Verse
A MAN OF EMPTY POCKETS
FROM JINGLING HIS CHANGE
THE IDLENESS AND GRIEVING
ARE ALL THAT HE RETAINS
BY THE HARBOR LIGHTS OF SIDNEY
OR THE BORA BORA MOON
HE RECITES HIS SAD CONFESSION
TO THE SEAGULLS AND THE LOONS
Chorus
REMITTANCE MAN
BLACK SHEEP OF THE FAMILY CLAN
BROKE TOO MANY RULES ALONG THE WAY
REMITTANCE MAN
SO FAR AWAY FROM HOME
NO THEY'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND THE REMITTANCE MAN
Bridge
YOU COULD CLAIM THAT YOU WERE BORN A PRINCE
BUT YOUR THE ONLY ONE YOU CAN CONVINCE
SURVIVOR WITH NO LIVELIHOOD, THAT YOU COULD EVER MAKE IT GOOD
BUT STILL YOU DREAM OF WHAT YOU CAN'T PRETEND
Verse
AN UNEXPECTED PASSENGER
BOARDED IN MARSEILLES
AN ANGEL FULL OF TENDERNESS
SHE GAVE HER HEART AWAY
SHE WAS BUT A GYPSY
HE WAS JUST A STRAY
THEY ALMOST MADE A MIRACLE
BUT IT SLOWLY SLIPPED AWAY
SO HE FOLLOWS THE EQUATOR
WITH A WISH TO RUN AGROUND
IT'S A VERY VICIOUS CIRCLE
GOING ROUND AND ROUND AND ROUND
NOW HE WATCHES FROM THE FANTAIL
AS THE MAINLAND DISAPPEARS
JUST LIKE THE FLYING DUTCH MAN
HE'S A PRISONER OF HIS FEARS
Chorus
REMITTANCE MAN
BLACK SHEEP OF THE FAMILY CLAN
BROKE TOO MANY RULES ALONG THE WAY
REMITTANCE MAN
SO FAR AWAY FROM HOME
NO THEY'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND
NO THEY'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND
NO THEY'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND
Diamond as Big as the Ritz
Diamond as Big as the Ritz
Diamond As Big As The RitzJimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer
Verse
HIDDEN IN THE MOUNTAINS
UNDER THE EARTH AND STONE
A CUBIC MILE OF PERFECTION
A TREASURE NO ONE HAS KNOWN
ONE MAN CAME UPON THIS MOTHER LOAD
BUILT HIMSELF A THOUSAND ROOM CHATEAU
Verse
HE'S THE EMPEROR OF DIAMONDS
MASTER OF THE PRIZE
HE'S GOT A HOLD ON HAPPINESS
AND ALL THAT MONEY CAN BUY
EVERYDAY HE LIVES IN FASCINATION
THIS IS NOT AN EVERYDAY TEMPTATION
Chorus
IT WAS A DIAMOND AS BIG AS THE RITZ
WHAT YOU GONNA DO WITH THIS, TELL ME
WHO'S GONNA SAVE YOU WHEN YOUR A SLAVE TO
THE DIAMOND AS BIG AS THE RITZ
Verse
A BLESSING CAN BECOME A CURSE
IF YOU KEEP IT TO YOURSELF
YOUR OWN EXAGGERATION
IS NOT SO GOOD FOR YOUR HEALTH
IT'S THE PROPHECY OF THE UNATTAINABLE DREAM
IF YOU TAKE ONE LOOK BEHIND THE SHINE
IT DOESN'T ALWAYS GLEAM
EVERYDAY HE LIVES IN FASCINATION
THIS IS NOT AN EVERYDAY TEMPTATION
Chorus
IT WAY A DIAMOND AS BIG AS THE RITZ
WHAT YOU GONNA DO WITH THIS
WHO'S GONNA SAVE YOU WHEN YOUR A SLAVE TO
THE DIAMOND AS BIG AS THE RITZ
COAL UNDER PRESSURE
SPARKLE OF TREASURE
CRYSTALLINE MEASURE
ORNAMENTAL PLEASURE
IN THE CORNER OF YOUR EYE
MAKE A GROWN MAN CRY
ALL THE SEEDS YOU'VE SOWN
Verse
GREED CAN CRUMBLE CASTLE WALLS
GREED CAN PURCHASE YOU THRILLS
POWER IS A DANGEROUS THING
IT CAN MAIM IT CAN KILL
IT'S THE PROPHECY OF THE UNATTAINABLE DREAM
IF YOU TAKE ONE LOOK BEHIND THE SHINE
IT DOESN'T ALWAYS GLEAM
Chorus
IT WAS A DIAMOND AS BIG AS THE RITZ
WHAT YOU GONNA DO WITH THIS
WHO'S GONNA SAVE YOU WHEN YOUR A SLAVE TO
THE DIAMOND AS BIG AS THE RITZ
Chorus
IT WAS A DIAMOND AS BIG AS THE RITZ
WHAT YOU GONNA DO WITH THIS, TELL ME
WHO'S GONNA SAVE YOU WHEN YOU'RE A SLAVE TO
THE DIAMOND AS BIG AS THE RITZ
Blue Heaven Rendezvous
Blue Heaven Rendezvous
Blue Heaven RendezvousJimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer
Verse
BLUE LIGHT GUITARS
AND TROPICAL BREEZE
HUMMINGBIRDS MIME THE WORDS
AS THEY DANCE IN THE TREES
IT'S A FLASHBACK KIND OF CROWD
IT'S A CABARET SOUND
THERE'S STILL SOME MAGIC LEFT
IN THIS TOURIST TOWN
Chorus
THOSE CRAZY DAYS AND CRAZY WAYS
WE NEVER WANT TO UN-DO
WE'LL BE TOGETHER NOW AND FOREVER
AT THE BLUE HEAVEN RENDEZVOUS
Verse
WE WERE WEIRD ROMAN CANDLES
BURNING BRIGHT AT BOTH ENDS
AT THE END OF THE ROAD
IS WHERE THIS STORY BEGINS
WHERE THE GREEN OF THE GULF
MEETS THE BLUE OF THE SEA
WHAT MAKES IT ALL HAPPEN
STILL A MYSTERY TO ME
Chorus
THOSE CRAZY DAYS AND CRAZY WAYS
WE NEVER WANT TO UN-DO
WE'LL BE TOGETHER NOW AND FOREVER
AT THE BLUE HEAVEN RENDEZVOUS
Bridge
IF THESE WALLS COULD TALK
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'D SAY
THEY'VE SEEN SOME ACCIDENTAL MASQUERADES
BUT IT'S NO SURPRISE
DANCES TILL DAWN, HEROES LONG GONE
JUST LET THAT GUITAR PLAY
Chorus
THOSE CRAZY DAYS AND CRAZY WAYS
WE NEVER WANT TO UN-DO
WE'LL BE TOGETHER NOW AND FOREVER
AT THE BLUE HEAVEN RENDEZVOUS
WE'LL BE TOGETHER NOW AND FOREVER
AT THE BLUE BLUE HEAVEN RENDEZVOUS
Jimmy Dreams
Jimmy Dreams
Jimmy Dreams Barometer SoupVerse
JIMMY DREAMS HE'S A CHILD TILL THE END
WHAT A JOY WHEN YOU ARE YOUR BEST FRIEND
THE WORLD'S SUCH A TOY
IF YOU'LL JUST STAY A BOY
YOU CAN SPIN IT AGAIN AND AGAIN
JIMMY FLIES WITH NO USE FOR DISGUISE
JUST ESCAPES USING MIRRORS AND CAPES
AND THE WORDS DO THE TRICK
THERE IS NO BIGGER KICK
THAN JUST RHYMING AGAIN AND AGAIN
Bridge
IT'S THE SOUND OF THE LOW TIDE,
THE SMELL OF THE RAIN
TRAVELIN' ALONE
ON MY BOAT AND MY PLANE
TAKE IT ALL IN IT'S AS BIG AS IT SEEMS
COUNT ALL YOUR BLESSINGS
REMEMBER YOUR DREAMS
Verse
JIMMY STARES TOWARD THE BRIGHT PLEIADES
IT'S SO STRANGE
WHAT HIS DISTANT EYE SEES
WHO KNOW WHY YOU START
RE-DISCOVERING YOUR HEART
BUT YOU DO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN
THE SOUND OF THE LOW TIDE,
THE SMELL OF THE RAIN
TRAVELIN' ALONE
ON MY BOAT AND MY PLANE
TAKE IT ALL IN IT'S AS BIG AS IT SEEMS
COUNT ALL YOUR BLESSINGS
REMEMBER YOUR DREAMS
Verse
JIMMY STARES TOWARD THE BRIGHT PLEIADES
IT'S SO STRANGE
WHAT HIS DISTANT EYE SEES
WHO KNOWS WHY YOU START
RE-DISCOVERING YOUR HEART
BUT YOU DO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN
THE WORLDS STILL A TOY
IF YOU JUST STAY A BOY
AND THAT'S WHY JIMMY DREAMS
Lage Nom Ai
Lage Nom Ai
Lage Nom AiJimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer
Verse
NORDSTROM WAS A SIMPLE MAN
WHO HATCHED A NON-CONFORMIST PLAN TO SAVE HIS ASS
EVERY NIGHT HE DANCED ALONE
AND BLOTTED OUT THE MONOTONE THAT WAS HIS PAST
HE PACKS HIS BAG OF MYSTERIES
AND LEAVES THE LONELY MEMORIES WHERE THEY BELONG
THEY CAME AND WENT SO EASILY
THIS RISING TIDE IDENTITY, SINGS LIKE A SONG
Chorus
LAGE NOM AI-NOM AI
WHEN YOU KNOW THAT LIFE IS JUST A GAME
LAGE NOM AI-NOM AI
HE'S THE MAN WHO GAVE UP HIS OWN NAME
Verse
IN THE ROLL OF COSMIC DICE
YOU WIN ONE HEART AND LOSE IT TWICE, BEFORE YOU KNOW
LOVE IS FINE UNTIL YOU TASTE
THIS MELANCHOLY BOUILLABAISSE CALLED LETTING GO
Chorus
LAGE NOM AI-NOM AI
WHEN YOU KNOW THAT LIFE IS JUST A GAME
LAGE NOM AI-NOM AI
HE'S THE MAN WHO GAVE UP HIS OWN NAME
Verse
HE MOVED ON UP TO OLD BEAN TOWN
AND SUMMERED ON THE VINEYARD SOUND, TO PASS THE DAY
ISLAND HOPPING, CRAB CAY BOUND
TENDING BAR HE THINKS HE'S FOUND A BETTER WAY
NOW WERE BACK WHERE WE BELONG
WITHOUT A CLUE AND STILL WITHOUT A MASTER PLAN
INCIDENT OR ACCIDENT
IT ALL DEPENDS ON IF YOU'RE MEANT TO UNDERSTAND
Chorus
LAGE NOM AI-NOM AI
WHEN YOU KNOW THAT LIFE IS JUST A GAME
LAGE NOM AI-NOM AI
HE'S THE MAN WHO GAVE UP HIS OWN NAME
HE'S THE MAN WHO GAVE UP HIS OWN NAME
Ballad of Skip Wiley
Ballad of Skip Wiley
The Ballad Of Skip WileyJimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer
HE'S A MAN ON A MISSION
WILD AS A RICOCHET
PICTURE IF YOU CAN
WHEN THE EVERGLADES RAN
FROM THE GULF COAST TO BISCAYNE BAY
HE'S GONNA GIVE IT BACK TO THE GATORS
LOCK THE TOURISTS UP IN THEME PARKS AND ZOOS
HE SAYS "JOIN ME FOR LUNCH AT THE REPTILES BRUNCH
WHERE THE BAROMETER SOUP IS YOU"
HE'S CRAZY AND DANGEROUS
BUT WHO ELSE CAN YOU TRUST
HE'S THE OUTLAW IN ALL OF US
THE ENVIRONMENTAL TERRORIST
Chorus
YOU CAN MESS WITH THE MOUSE IN ORLANDO
JILT A TOURIST IN ST. AUGUSTINE
YOU CAN SHOPLIFT ALL DAY AT BLOCKBUSTER
BUT YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN
NO YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN
Verse
THERE WERE CRIMES OF EPIC PROPORTIONS
ALL PART OF SKIP WILEY'S CRUSADE
TOURISTS WERE CACKIN' AND TOURISTS WERE PACKIN'
WHILE HE AND SKINK COOLED THEIR HEELS IN THE SHADE
THEN CAME THE CITRUS SENSATION
"WELCOME TO THE REVOLUTION" HE SAID
WITH A PIRATE'S PERSONA HE SNATCHED THE GRIDIRON MADONNA
AND THE BIG MOVERS CALLED FOR HIS HEAD
HE'S CRAZY AND DANGEROUS
BUT WHO ELSE CAN YOU TRUST
HE'S THE OUTLAW IN ALL OF US
THE ENVIRONMENTAL TERRORIST
Chorus
YOU CAN MESS WITH THE MOUSE IN ORLANDO
JILT A TOURIST IN ST. AUGUSTINE
YOU CAN RAG ON THE MIAMI DOLPHINS
BUT YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN
NO YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN
NO YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN
WILL SKIP'S CAPER IT KIND OF BACKFIRED
AND GOT THE ORANGE JUICE BARONS RATHER UPSET
IN THE LIGHT OF BAD MOODS, THESE MANHUNTS ENSUED
BUT SKIP EASILY SLIPPED THROUGH THE NET
HE WAS LAST SEEN A TOP OF A MANGROVE
PERCHED LIKE A WOUNDED OSPREY
HE WAS NOT MEANT TO LAST, HE BELONGS TO THE PAST
AND I HOPE HE GETS THERE ONE DAY
HE'S CRAZY AND DANGEROUS
BUT WHO ELSE CAN YOU TRUST
HE'S THE OUTLAW IN ALL OF US
THE ENVIRONMENTAL TERRORIST
Chorus
YOU CAN MESS WITH THE MOUSE IN ORLANDO
JILT A TOURIST IN ST. AUGUSTINE
YOU CAN SHOPLIFT YOUR DAYS AT BLOCKBUSTER
BUT YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN
NO YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN
NO YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN
The Night I Painted the Sky
The Night I Painted the Sky
The Night I Painted The SkyJimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer
Verse
I CAME FROM THE NORTH ESCAPING CONVENTION
THE MODERN INVENTION THATWON'T LET ME BE
TO THE SHORES OF ST. MAARTEN WITH MY FICTION ADDICTION
TO RESTART THE FIRE A DREAMER'S REMEDY
Verse
INDEPENDENCE DAY AND ALL I REMEMBER
WAS A MIDNIGHT RAINBOW THAT FELL FROM THE SKY
AS I STAND ON THE BEACH I SLOWLY SURRENDER
TO THE CHILD IN ME WHO CAN'T SAY GOOD-BYE
Chorus
THE ROCKETS IN THE AIR
AND THE PEOPLE EVERYWHERE
PUT AWAY THEIR DIFFERENCES FOR AWHILE
OH I AM STILL A CHILD WHEN IT COMES TO SOMETHING WILD
THAT WAS THE NIGHT I PAINTED THE SKY
Verse
I DUG IN THE SAND LIKE A BOY, ON A MISSION
AND THERE IN MY HANDS A PYRO'S DELIGHT
A BOMBADIER, A NIGHTTIME MAGICIAN
I SPARK THE SKY AS THE ROCKETS FLY FROM VIEW
Chorus
THE ROCKETS IN THE AIR
AND THE PEOPLE EVERYWHERE
PUT AWAY THEIR DIFFERENCES FOR AWHILE
I AM STILL A CHILD WHEN IT COMES TO SOMETHING WILD
THAT WAS THE NIGHT I PAINTED THE SKY
Verse
OH THE MORTARS THEY ROAR IN ANTICIPATION
PRECEDING THE SIGH OF THE UPLIFTED EYES
IT SHOWERS US ALL IN SULFURIC SENSATION
THE COLORS SHINE IN A FIERY RHYME TONIGHT
Chorus
THE ROCKETS IN THE AIR
AND THE PEOPLE EVERYWHERE
PUT AWAY THEIR DIFFERENCES FOR AWHILE
I AM BUT A CHILD WHEN IT COMES TO SOMETHING WILD
OH THAT WAS THE NIGHT
THAT WAS THE NIGHT
OH THAT WAS THE NIGHT I PAINTED THE SKY
PAINTED THE SKY
PAINTED THE SKY
Mexico
Mexico
MexicoJames Taylor
Verse
WAY DOWN HERE
YOU NEED A REASON TO MOVE
FEEL A FOOL
RUNNIN' YOUR STATE SIDE GAME
LOSE YOUR LOAD
LEAVE YOUR MIND BEHIND, BABY JAMES
Chorus
OH MEXICO
IT SOUNDS SO SIMPLE
I JUST GOT TO GO
THE SUN'S SO HOT
I FORGOT TO GO HOME
GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
Verse
AMERICANO'S GOT THE SLEEPY EYES
BUT HIS BODY'S STILL SHAKEN LIKE A LIVE WIRE
SENIORITA WITH HER EYES ON FIRE, DON'T YOU KNOW
Chorus
OH MEXICO
IT SOUNDS SO SWEET
WITH THE SUN SINKIN' LOW
THE MOONS SO BRIGHT
LIKE TO LIGHT UP THE LIGHT
MAKE EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT
Verse
BABYS HUNGRY
AND THE MONEY'S ALL GONE
THE FOLKS BACK HOME
DON'T WANT TO TALK ON THE PHONE
SHE GETS A LONG LETTER
SENDS BACK A POST CARD
TIMES ARE HARD
Chorus
OH DOWN IN MEXICO
I NEVER REALLY BEEN
SO I DON'T REALLY KNOW
OOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
OOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I'VE NEVER REALLY BEEN
BUT I'D SURE LIKE TO GO
WOOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
Don't Chu-Know
Don't Chu-Know
Don't Chu-KnowJimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer
YOU CAN SPEND ALL YOUR DAYS IN THE GRIND
CONVERTING YOUR NICKLES TO DIMES
YOU COULD STUFF ALL YOUR POCKETS TILL THEY OVERFLOW
DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW
YOU CAN SAY YOU'RE TOO OLD TO BE YOUNG
YOU THINK YOU'RE TOO SMART TO BE DUMB
BUT THE WELL SEASONED PRO KNOWS HOW LONG HE CAN GO
DON'T YOU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW
YOU CAN SING EVERY SONG THAT'S BEEN SUNG
CONQUER THE MOON AND THE SUN
BUT IF YOU ASKED ME IT'S ALL BOTH BEEN SAID AND BEEN DONE
WE'RE JUST RECYCLED HISTORY MACHINES
CAVEMEN IN FADED BLUE JEANS
IT'S THE UNANSWERED QUESTION IN EACH ONE OF US
DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW
Bridge
THE MORE WE LEARN THE LESS WE KNOW
WHAT YOU KEEP IS WHAT YOU CAN'T LET GO
TAKE IT FAST OR TAKE IT SLOW
JUST ONE WAY FOR YOU TO GO
DON'T CHU KNOW - LET'S GO NOW
YOU CAN SING EVERY SONG THAT'S BEEN SUNG
CONQUER THE MOON AND THE SUN
BUT IF YOU ASKED ME IT'S NOT IN THE RACE THAT YOU RUN
IT'S THE OUTCAST IN EACH ONE OF US
WHO GETS THE GIRL WHO IS TOO GLAMOROUS
THERE'S NO ONE TO DECEIVE, IT'S JUST ALL MAKE BELIEVE
DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW
DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW
DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW
Fruitcakes
Fruitcakes
FruitcakesJimmy Buffett, Amy Lee
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
Lone Palm
Lone Palm
Lone PalmJimmy Buffett
My garden is filled with papayas and mangos
My life is a mixture of reggaes and tangos
Taste for the good life, I can live it no other way
While out on the beach there are two empty chairs
That say more than the people who ever sit there
From under my lone palm I can look out on the day
Chorus
Where no bird flies by my window
No ship is tied to my tree
Love is a wave building to a crescendo
Ride if you will, ride it with me
I knew this girl made of memories and phrases
Who lived her whole life in both chapters and stages
Danced til the dawn, wished all her worries away
Well she wasn't crazy no she wasn't mad
She just wanted the father that she never had
From under my lone palm I think about her today
Chorus
We sailed from the port of indecision
Young and wild with oh so much to learn
Days turn into years as we tried to fool our fears
But to the port of indecision I returned
My gardens are filled with papayas and mangos
My life is a mixture of jingles and jangles
Come Christmas winds and blow all my worries away
Chorus
Sing if you will and we'll sing to the sea.
Six String Music
Six String Music
Six String MusicJimmy Buffett, G.E. Smith
Turn off the TV
Turn off the crap
Kick off your high heels
Climb up in my lap
And I'll play music
A song from me to you
Simple six string music
A ballad or the blues
No interruptions from the telephone
Don't need call waiting
Just you and me alone
And my six string music
A song from me to you
Simple six string music
A ballad or the blues
Oh I remember that night in Africa
My daughter and my little guitar
Straddling the equator
The king of Zanzibar
Those shy black hidden faces
They didn't know me from Adam's cat
But the words and the singing
And the people in a ring
And the whole night went like that
Some folks like icing, some folks like cake
Some swim in the ocean, some paddle in a lake
You can get into Beethoven, you can groove on Jimmy Reed
But keep it simple stupid
All we really need
Is six string music
A song from me to you
Simple six string music
A ballad or the blues
Six string music
Ain't no symphony
It's just six string music
So elementary
Love in the Library
Love in the Library
Love In The LibraryJimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally
On the corner of Government and Bay Avenue
The old doomsday fanatic wore a crown of kudzu
Sirens where wailing in the gulf coastal heat
And it seemed like the whole world was in forced retreat
I paid no attention, revolved through the door
Passed the newspaper rack on the worn marble floor
Near civil war history my heart skipped a beat
She was standing on fiction stretched high on bare feet
Chorus
Love in the library, quiet and cool
Love in the library, there are no rules
Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime
I fell in love in the library once upon a time
I was the pirate and she was the queen
Sir Francis and Elizabeth the best there's ever been
Then she strolled past my table and stopped at the stairs
Then sent me a smile as she reached for Flaubert
Chorus
She gathered her books, walked while she read
Words never spoken but so much was said
You can read all you want into this rendezvous
But it's safer than most things that lovers can do
Well stories have endings and fantasies fade
The guard by the door starts drawing the shade
So write your own ending and hope they come true
For the lovers and strangers on Bay Avenue
Chorus
Quietly Making Noise
Quietly Making Noise
Quietly Making NoiseJimmy Buffett, Michael Tschudin
Oscar Wilde died in bed
Several floors above my head
Living well beyond his means
In that crazy Paris scene
Rain falls down in sheets so clear
No one ever calls me here
Traveling by my self these days
I'm into jazz and felt berets
Far from the that old eastern shore
Searching for strange metaphors
I don't want to be another victim of fashion
I don't want to see my name in the paper each day
Leave that to the young Turks
They're more handsome and dashing
Posing for paparazzi's down Laguna way
Down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply
Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels, subterranean lullaby
Met an African prancer, a hemisphere dancer
Spied the ghost of Brassens
We smiled at the secret we shared
And I hid it like contraband
Chorus
Quietly making noise, making noise
Starts with kindergarten toys
Not too soft not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Followed the beat, I found myself in this patois spot
Outside a blizzard was blowing but inside the joint was hot
Zouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longs
The words flew right by my face
Rhythm and motions, a blamma jamma potion
You cannot erase
Quietly making noise, making noise
Pissin off the old killjoys
Glass packs on a hot Mustang
A Telecaster with a twang
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Singers and writers and poets
Have flocked here for centuries
The city of light is built upon mountains of memories
Baritone saxophone, monotones
Speak of the voice I've heard before
It's a lasting impression
A Gypsy expression you cannot ignore.
Frenchman for the Night
Frenchman for the Night
A Frenchman For The NightJimmy Buffett, Roger Guth
From his driftwood castle
Comes a song I've heard before
A scratchy gramophone cuts to the bone
"La Vie En Rose" arpeggios
So the dream begins
And the song is amplified
Buy the Beaujolais, on Bastille day
He dances in the tide
Chorus
By the light of the moon
He's a Frenchman for the night
By the light of the moon
It'll be all right
Well it takes him back
To the days of love and war
And the girl he knew with eyes of blue
Waiting on the shore
If he'd only known
How the years would fly on by
Such a simple crime, he's run out of time
So he reaches for the sky
Chorus
Blame it on the Champs Elysees
Blame it on a tune
Blame it on the stroke of Monet
But you can't escape the moon
He sees the stars above
As the floor to heavens light
While the angels taunt "C'est une nuit blanche"
He's a Frenchman for the night
Chorus
From a driftwood castle
Comes a song I've heard before
A scratchy gramophone cuts to the bone
"La Vie En Rose" arpeggios
Sunny Afternoon
Sunny Afternoon
Sunny AfternoonRay Davies
The tax man's taken all my dough
And left me in this stately home
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
And I can't even sail my yacht
He's taken everything I've got
All I got's this sunny afternoon
In the summertime
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I got a big fat momma trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
My girlfriend's run off with my car
And gone back to her ma and pa
Telling tales of parrot heads and parties
And now I'm just sitting here
Sipping on this ice cold beer
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well give me two good reasons why I ought to stay
Cause I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I got a big fat momma trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
Tax man's taken all my dough
Gonna find that passport and out of here I'll go
1966 Davray Music Ltd. (PRS), admin. by Unichappell Music, Inc. (
BMI)/ABKCO Music, Inc.
(BMI). All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost
Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost
Vampires, Mummies And The Holy Ghost
Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Peter Mayer, Jim Mayer
Looked in my laptop what did I see
A flashing message said today therapy
Rather walk through fire
Than converse with my shrink
But I'm getting better
That's what some people think
Talk about denial
And dysfunctional things
Head's like a bell somedays
It dongs and it dings
My brain playing tricks on me
It likes to shift gears
Spend lots of money
But I'm tackling my fears
Chorus
Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost
These are the things that terrify me the most
No aliens, psychopaths or MTV hosts
Scares me like vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost
Had a dream last night
Took a time traveling ride
Back to my childhood
Where those monsters reside
They snack on innocence
And dine on self-esteem
But I like to be in touch with what makes me scream
Chorus
I was never ever frightened
By the murderer on our block
He nurtured orchids and raised hamsters
The neighborhood is still in shock
La, la, la, la, la...
So many dragons lurking out in the fog
So many crazy people mumblin' monologues
It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read
I need protection from the things in my head
Chorus
1994 Coral Reefer Music (BMI)/Alsation Music
(BMI)/Little Flock Music (BMI)/Cliffhanging
Music (BMI).
All rights reserved. Used by permission.
She's Got You
She's Got You
She's Got You
I've got your picture
You gave to me
And it's signed "with love"
Just like it used to be
Only thing different
Only thing new
I've got your picture
He's got you
I've got the records
We use to share
And they still sound the same
As when you were here
Only thing different
Only thing new
I've got your records
He's got you
I've got your memory
Or has it got me
Really don't know
But I know it won't let me be
I've got your class ring
That proved you care
And it still looks the same
As when you gave it dear
Only thing different
Only thing new
I've got your class ring
He's got you
Delaney Talks to Statues
Delaney Talks to Statues
Delaney Talks To StatuesJimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally, Amy Lee
Delaney talks to statues
As she dances 'round the pool
She chases cats through roman ruins
And stomps on big toadstools
She speaks a language all her own
That I cannot discover
But she knows I love her so
When I tuck her 'neath the covers
Father, daughter
Down by the water
Shells sink, dreams float
Life's good on our boat
Delaney draws me pictures
She finger paints the sand
We chase the dogs and hop like frogs
Then I do my bad handstand
She's growing up too fast for me
And asking lots of questions
Some I know the answers to
And some I'm looking for suggestions
Father, daughter
Born by the water
Surf's up, sun's down
Life in a beach town
And some of the things I've seen
Maybe she won't have to see
But there's a lot I want to pass along
That was handed down to me
Delaney talks to statues
As she dances 'round the pool
She chases cats through Roman ruins
And stomps on big toadstools
She speaks a language all her own
Just a little like her mother
And she knows I love her so
When I tuck her 'neath the covers
Father, daughter
Down by the water
Shells sink, dreams float
Life's good on our boat.
Apocalypso
Apocalypso
ApocalypsoMatt Betton
They say this universe is bound to blow
But I say we crank up the calypso control
Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso
Now I'm no dancer as dancers go
But this is one step that you need to know
Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso
We'll be dancing when we go
Planets come and planets go
Apocalypso
Undisturbed the dancers flow
Apocalypso
Old galaxies can be cold
So I'll hold you close
When this earthly light is burning low
This dance will take you to the next plateau
Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso
We'll be dancing when we go
We'll be dancing when we go
Planets come and planets go
Apocalypso
Undisturbed the dancers flow
Apocalypso
Yes we'll ride that final tide
Apocalypso
Gone away just yesterday
Apocalypso
1993 Vernon Dubusque Music (BMI). All rights reserved.
Used by Permission
Everybody's Got a Cousin in Miami
Everybody's Got a Cousin in Miami
Everybody's Got a Cousin in MiamiJimmy Buffett, Michael Tcshudin
It was ninety miles to freedom but they took the risk
Though the ocean was all motion and the wind was brisk
The deadly gunboats never saw them in the pale moonlight
They were off to Cayo Hueso by the dawns early light
The gringo in the garden called the customs man
They answered all his questions, were allowed to land
The ladies shared a hairbrush and their husbands had a coke
Then they were taken up to Krome to meet with their kin folk
Chorus
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody understands the impromptu
Dancing in the heat to the beat
That turns your clothing clammy
Everybody needs to have a dream come true
In a third world jungle not so far away
Lives a natural drummer with a dream to play
He's the brother of the lizard and the flying fish
But he's been enchanted by the pictures
From the satellite dish
So his mama packs his bags, knots his red neck tie
Sends him north to her relations with a kiss good-bye
He's bewildered by the plane ride and the immigration line
Until he sees his Christian name upon a cardboard sign
Everybody's got a cousin in Miami
Everybody is an Aborigine
Dancing in the heat to the beat
That turns your clothing clammy
Everybody wants to win that lottery
It's hard to believe the city started as a trading post
Home to the Seminole, pirate and pioneer
Between the river of grass and the old mosquito coast
Before the railroad claimed the southernmost frontier
I am umbilically connected to the temperate zone
It brought me life, it brought me love
I never have outgrown
It brought me one too many nights along that Biscayne shore
And one too many mornings in the Grove Drug Store
In one way or the other we're all refugees
Living out this easy life below the banyan trees
Smoothing off the rougher edges of the culture clash
We got a style, we got a look
We got that old panache
Uncle John's Band
Uncle John's Band
Uncle John's BandJerry Garcia, Robert Hunter
Well the first days are the hardest days
Don't you worry any more
Cause when life looks like easy street
There is danger at the door
Think this through with me, let me know your mind
Oh oh all I want to know is are you kind
It's a buck dancer's choice my friend
You better take my advice
You know all the rules by now
And the fire from the ice
Will you come with me, won't you come with me
Oh oh all I want to know, will you come with me
God damn I declare have you seen the like
Their walls are built with cannon balls
Their motto is don't tread on me
Come hear Uncle John's band playing to the tide
Come on along or go alone,
He's come to take his children home
It's the same story the crow told me
It's the only one he knows
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait
Oh oh all I want to know where does the time go
I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb
I've got me a violin and I beg you call the tune
Any body's choice, I can hear your voice
Oh oh all I want to know how does the song go
Come hear Uncle John's band by the river side
Got some things to talk about
Here beside the rising tide
Come hear Uncle John's band playing to the tide
Come on along or go alone
He's come to take his children home
1970 Ice Nine Publishing Co., Inc. (ASCAP)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Disc 1 - Boats: Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
Disc 1 - Boats: Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
SON OF A SON OF A SAILORJimmy Buffett
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.
And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.
But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
Disc 1 - Boats: Manana
Disc 1 - Boats: Manana
MANANAJimmy Buffett
She said I can't go back to America soon
It's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until June
Yeah, they're freezin' up in Buffalo stuck in their cars
And I'm lyin' here 'neath the sun and the stars.
Customs man tell her that she's gotta leave
She's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve
Wants to find her a captain, a man of strong mind
And any direction he blows will be fine.
Chorus:
Please don't say manana if you don't mean it
I have heard those words for so very long
Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong.
Tried and I tried but I don't understand
Never seems to work out the way I had it planned
Hanging out at a marina when Steve Martin called
Singin' anybody there really want to get small.
But women and water are in short supply
There's not enough dope for us all to get high
I hear it gets better, that's what they say
As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay.
Chorus:
Please don't say manana if you don't mean it
I have heard your lines for so very long
Don't try to describe the scenery if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song.
Called all my friends on those cheap nightly rates
Sure was good to talk to the old United States
While the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west
I see General Electric's still doing their best.
I've got to head this boat south pretty soon
New album's old and I'm fresh out of tunes
But I know that I'll get 'em, I know that they'll come
Through the people and places and Caldwood's Rum
Chorus:
So please don't say manana if you don't mean it
I have done your lines for so very long
Don't try to describe a Kiss concert if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being gone
And I hope Anita Bryant never does one of my songs.
Disc 1 - Boats: Treat Her Like A Lady
Disc 1 - Boats: Treat Her Like A Lady
TREAT HER LIKE A LADYJimmy Buffett, Dave Loggins
Some of us sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady, just treat her like a lady
Now I don't like the sound of the ground movin' round
Or winds spinnin' out of control
California earthquakes only seem to make a' me
shake, rattle and roll
I been too long on the mainland
Hotels, rental cars and phones
Time to cast them aside, catch the very next tide
And go back where belong
Some of sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Great whales travel the wrong lines
Dodging those deadly harpoons
Spawning their young as their ancestors done
In the depths of her hidden lagoons
There are times I find myself with them
And times I feel as they do
We're on a similar course it's just a different source
But I'm in danger of extinction too
Some of us sailors call her home
She big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
And miss her when I'm gone.
Disc 1 - Boats: Steamer
Disc 1 - Boats: Steamer
STEAMERJohn Scott Sherrill
I remember that steamer
The time you set sail
The crowd was steamin', streamin' and leanin' on the rail
Then the big whistle blew
And I lost my place
Next thing I knew
I could not find your face
I can see myself dreamin'
The time you came home
Your face was beamin', seemin'
To stand out alone
The dinner bell chimed
And I found my seat
When your eyes met mine
Your smile was so sweet
INSTRUMENTAL
I remember that river
First time we made love
Oh I still kinda shiver a little
At what I'm thinkin' of
How your dress it just floated
All down around your knees
And I held my breath my God, my girl
INSTRUMENTAL
But most of all it's that steamer
The time you set sail
And the crowds always steamin', streamin' and
Leanin' on the rail
Then the big whistle blows
And I always lose my place
Next thing I know
I cannot find your face
Disc 1 - Boats: Nautical Wheelers
Disc 1 - Boats: Nautical Wheelers
Nautical WheelersA1A
Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors
Play fiddle tunes under the stars.
Petticoats rustle, working shoes scuffle,
Hustle on down to the bars.
Where the jukebox is blastin'
and the liquor is flowing
an occasional bottle of wine.
That's cause everyone here is just more than
contented to be living and dying in three quarter time.
Chorus
And It's dance with me, dance with me
Nautical Wheelers.
Take me to stars that you know.
Come on and dance with me,
Nautical Wheelers
I want so badly to go.
Well the left foot it'll follow where the
Right foot has traveled down to the
Sidewalks unglued.
And into the street of my city so neat,
Where nobody cares what you do.
And Sonja's just grinnin'
And Phil is ecstatic and
Mason has jumped in the sea.
While I'm hangin' on to a line
from my sailboat oh,
Nautical Wheelers save me.
Chorus
Well the sunrise'll bring on the
sleep that's escaped us and
ev'ryone's off to their bed.
There'll be huggin' and sqeezin',
a little pleasin' and teasin'
and rubbin' of each others' head.
So won't you dream on comrades;
seems nothing affects you,
nothing, no reason nor rhyme.
That's cause ev'ryone here is just more than
contented to be living and dying in three quarter time.
Disc 1 - Boats: Take It Back
Disc 1 - Boats: Take It Back
Take It Back
Open season on the open seas and
Captain says no prisoners please
Skull and crossbones on a background of black
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple plan of attack
It's our job and a labor of love
Take it home to the up above
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple statement of fact
Call it pillage or call it plunder
We're takin' it back from them boys down under
Hit us hard, took our treasure
That was the worst thing they could do
It will be our great pleasure
To take it back from that captain kangaroo
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of suds
It's a pirates fight we choose
No we don't want a bucket of blood
Just a cup is all we could use
Just a cup
The sails are up and the bets are down
Let's lighten up this harbor town
By hook or crook or new design
We're streakin' for that finish line
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple plan of attack
It's our job and a labor of love
Take it home to the up above
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple statement of fact
Call it pillage or call it plunder
We're takin' it back from them boys down under
We ask ourselves when we get in a fix
What would popeye do in a tight spot like this
He'd race for his true love and easily win it
In an old spinach can with a mast stuck in it
Lift us up, take us high
Time to let our spirits fly
Lift us up, take us high
Let us sail until we die
Lift us up, take us high
Let us float above the foam
Let our sails fill the sky
We are takin' our sweet treasure home
Take it back
We're takin' it back
Take it back!
Disc 1 - Boats: On A Slow Boat To China
Disc 1 - Boats: On A Slow Boat To China
ON A SLOW BOAT TO CHINAFrank Loesser
I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All to myself alone
Get you and keep you
In my arms ever more
Leave all your lovers
Weepin' on a far away shore
Out on the briny
With the moon big and shiny
Melting your heart of stone
Honey I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All by myself alone
INSTRUMENTAL
I'd love to get ya
On a slow boat to China
All to myself alone
A twist in the rudder
And a rip in the sails
Drifting and dreamin'
Honey throw the compass over the rail
Out on the ocean
Far from all the commotion
Melting your heart of stone
Honey I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All to myself alone.
Disc 1 - Boats: Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
Disc 1 - Boats: Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
Disc 1 - Boats: Love And Luck
Disc 1 - Boats: Love And Luck
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
Disc 1 - Boats: Captain And The Kid, The
Disc 1 - Boats: Captain And The Kid, The
THE CAPTAIN AND THE KIDJimmy Buffett
I never use to miss the chance
to climb upon his knee and listen
to the many tales of life upon the sea.
We'd go sailing back on barkentines and
talk of things he did, tomorrow just a
day away for the Captain and the Kid.
His world had gone from sailing ships
to raking mom's back yard;
he never could adjust to land although
he tried so hard.
We both were growing older then and
wiser with our years;
that's when I came to understand
the course his heart still steers.
He died about a month ago
while winter filled the air,
and though I cried, I was so proud
to love a man so rare.
He's somewhere on the ocean now,
the place he ought to be;
with one hand on the starboard rail,
he's waving back at me.
For the Captain and this kid.
Disc 1 - Boats: Tryin' To Reason With Hurricane Season
Disc 1 - Boats: Tryin' To Reason With Hurricane Season
Trying to Reason with the Hurricane SeasonSqualls 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.
Disc 1 - Boats: Boat Drinks
Disc 1 - Boats: Boat Drinks
BOAT DRINKSJimmy Buffett
Boat drinks. Boys in the band ordered boat drinks.
Visitors just scored on the home rink.
Everything seems to be wrong.
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap airfare.
I've got to fly to Saint Somewhere.
I'm close to bodily harm.
Chorus
Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on.
Nobody cares; they are way too far gone,
screamin' "Boat drinks," somethin'
to keep them all warm.
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer.
I think I got cabin fever.
Somebody sound the alarm.
I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow.
Could you beam me somewhere, Mister Scott?
Any old place here on Earth or in space.
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot.
I know I should be leaving this climate.
I got a verse but can't rhyme it.
I gotta go where it's warm.
Boat drinks.
Waitress, I need two more boat drinks.
Then I'm headin south 'fore my dream shrinks.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where there ain't any snow,
where there ain't any blow,
'cause my fin sinks so low.
I gotta go where it's warm.
Disc 1 - Boats: One Particular Harbour
Disc 1 - Boats: One Particular Harbour
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOURJimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE
Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea
Disc 1 - Boats: Pirate Looks At Forty, A
Disc 1 - Boats: Pirate Looks At Forty, A
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTYJimmy Buffett
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
Instrumental
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.
Disc 1 - Boats: Lovely Cruise
Disc 1 - Boats: Lovely Cruise
LOVELY CRUISEDrink it up
This ones for you
It's been a lovely cruise
I'm sorry it's ended
It's sad but it's true
Honey it's been a lovely cruise
These moments were left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
There's wind in our hair
And there's water in our shoes
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
These moments we're left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
And those harbor lights
Aw they're coming into view
We bid our farewell much too soon
So drink it up
This one's for you
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
Yea baby, it's been a lovely cruise
Oh darlin' it's been a lovely cruise
Disc 2 - Beaches: Margaritaville
Disc 2 - Beaches: Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
Disc 2 - Beaches: Grapefruit - Juicy Fruit
Disc 2 - Beaches: Grapefruit - Juicy Fruit
GRAPEFRUIT-JUICY FRUITJimmy Buffett
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 2 - Beaches: Ragtop Day
Disc 2 - Beaches: Ragtop Day
RAGTOP DAYThe five o'clock Friday blows
I let it go
I got to let it go
I put on my weekend clothes
Turn on the rock n' roll
Throw all our cares away
It's a ragtop day
It's a ragtop day
Classy little white and red turns everybody's head
My baby meets me at the Five and Dime
She's always right on time
We roll all our cares away
It's a ragtop day
It's a ragtop day
Cruise across the county line
A little dance and dine
A drive in picture show
And when the midnight's comin' down
We're headin' back to town
She lets her lovin' show
Feels like we're the only ones to see the morning sun
Sleepin' thru the afternoon and risin' with the moon
Oh don't the stars look bright
It's a ragtop day
It's a ragtop day
We'll throw all our cares away
I live for that ragtop day
Disc 2 - Beaches: Frank And Lola
Disc 2 - Beaches: Frank And Lola
FRANK AND LOLAJimmy Buffett & Steve Goodman
Lola loves Frank, Frankie loves Lola
On their second honeymoon in Pensacola
Tryin' to find a little privacy, oh me
There'd been too much screamin', fussin' and fightin'
The doggies were yellin', the children were bitin'
Frank and Lola tryin' to get together again
So he took her to this movie called "Body Heat"
She said, "The Junior Mints were mushy and the sex was neat.
Oh my, Frankie weren't we better than that before our spat."
Frankie told Lola, "Honey, can't you see that I'll jump start you if
you'll kick start me."
Frankie and Lola, tryin' to get together again.
So they strolled along the highway, they walked along the beach
They stopped at several raw bars where they slurped a dozen each
Bought a bunch of popcorn from the fat man on the dock
Baby, turn back the pages, turn round the clock.
Lola told Frank, "Time we put it to the test."
After Frankie told Lola she was stil the best
They fell asleep in the sand underneath the Florida moon in June.
Lola counted rainbows, Frankie counted sheep
Til they almost got run over by the lifeguards' jeep
Frank and Lola tryin' to get together again.
Go, Frank, go
Lola, lo
Go Frank, go, wow
So they strolled along the highway, they walked along the beach
Stopped at several raw bars where they slurped a dozen each
Bought a bunch of popcorn from the fat man on the dock
Baby turn back the pages, turn 'round the clock.
Lola loves Frank, Frankie loves Lola
On their second honeymoon in Pensacola
Trying to find a little priva
Trying to find a little priva
Trying to find a little privacy
Go, Frank, go
Lola, lo
Go, Mango
Disc 2 - Beaches: Tin Cup Chalice
Disc 2 - Beaches: Tin Cup Chalice
Tin Cup ChaliceBoats, Beaches, Bars, Ballads
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 2 - Beaches: Knees Of My Heart
Disc 2 - Beaches: Knees Of My Heart
KNEES OF MY HEARTI'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 - Beaches: Money Back Guarantee
Disc 2 - Beaches: Money Back Guarantee
MONEY BACK GUARANTEE(Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings)
One day you'll be glad I came around
I may be the best thing you have found
Ain't much you can count on in this town
I swear I'm speaking from my heart
And I won't let you down.
(Chorus)
My love is guaranteed
You're never going to see the end of me
I've got all you need
Like a ginsu knife or a bamboo steamer
Late night TV hawk-eyed screamer
You'll be the coffee I'll be the creamer
I'm money back, money back guaranteed
Money back, money back guaranteed
I just do my best to stay alive
Got a junked out car but you should see me drive
Racing down St Charles Avenue
Ain't got much but what I got
Will sure be good for you
(Chorus)
Flyin' down the highway of my dreams
You will find my crazy love
Is always what it seems
(Chorus)
Disc 2 - Beaches: When The Coast Is Clear
Disc 2 - Beaches: When The Coast Is Clear
WHEN THE COAST IS CLEARJimmy Buffett & Mac MacAnally
(for Emery Clark, who paints it better than I can say it)
They're closin' down the hangout
The air is turnin' cool
They'r shuttin' off the "superslide"
The kids are back in school
The tourist traps are empty
Vacancy abounds
Almost like it used to be
Before the circus came to town
(CHORUS)
That's when it always happens
Same time every year
I come down to talk to me
When the coast is clear
Hello mister other me
It's been a long time
We hardly get to have these chats
That in itself's a crime
So tell me all your troubles
I'll surely tell you mine
We'll laugh and smoke and cuss and joke
And have a glass of wine
(CHORUS)
That's where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear
(INSTRUMENTAL)
It's the only place he knows
Where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear
Disc 2 - Beaches: Biloxi
Disc 2 - Beaches: Biloxi
BILOXIDown around Biloxi
Pretty girls are dancin' in the sea
They all look like sisters in the ocean
The boy will fill his pail with salty water
And the storms will blow from off towards New Orleans
Sun shines on Biloxi
Air is filled with vapors from the sea
Boy will dig a pool beside the ocean
He sees creatures from his dream underwater
And the sun will set from off towards New Orleans
Stars can see Biloxi
Stars can find their faces in the sea
We are walking down beside the ocean
We are splashing naked in the water
And the sky is red from off towards New Orleans
And the sky is red from off towards New Orleans
Down around Biloxi
Pretty girls are swimming in the sea
They all look like sisters in the ocean
The boy will fill his pail with salty water
And the storms will blow from off toward New Orleans
Disc 2 - Beaches: Distantly In Love
Disc 2 - Beaches: Distantly In Love
DISTANTLY IN LOVEJimmy Buffett
Pay phones all were ringing as the crowd went roarin' by
Lovely dancers swaying to an island lullaby
Beside the southern ocean taking stock of what's to be
Writing you this letter that you'll probably never see
Chorus:
But I can't help but be
Ruled by inconsistency
Not unique just distantly in love
Tried to phone from Paris thinking
Things could be arranged
Me and you could rendezvous
But I found your number changed
So I drove to San Remo where
The crazy painter dwells
And toasted our old photographs
Still up there on his shelf
But I can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love
I can't be the one to fill
Your times and all your places
I can't be the one to fill
Your blanks and empty spaces
I heard it from a friend of ours
I saw in Timber Bay
That you had a new lover who had
Stolen you away
That could be be the reason that
I never got in touch
And may present slight problems
If he loves you half as much
Chorus
As I who can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love
You know I can't help but be
Part of my own philosophy
Not unique just distantly in love
Disc 2 - Beaches: Coconut Telegraph
Disc 2 - Beaches: Coconut Telegraph
COCONUT TELEGRAPHJimmy Buffett
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 2 - Beaches: Stars On The Water
Disc 2 - Beaches: Stars On The Water
STARS ON THE WATERRodney Crowell
Down in Louisiana bayous by and by
Perogue pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then the crowd starts rollin' in
Chorus:
(Pretty soon you got) stars on the water
(Just like) stars on the water
You got stars on the water, let it rain
Pole mine to Biloxi
Sea breeze at your door
Gypsy rains, dang hurricanes
White silver sandy shores
The "Blue Light" lounge is shinin'
Way out on the view
Chorus:
(It looks just like) stars on the water
(Just like) stars on the water
Looks like stars on the water, let it rain
When it's midnight down in Mobile
Shinin' moonbeams on the bay
They come from miles around to dance the jukebox down
And dig the good time sounds they all play
And all across the harbour
Night lights shinin' in
Chorus:
(It looks just like) stars on the water
(Just like) stars on the water
(Feels like) stars on the water, let it rain
Disc 2 - Beaches: I Have Found Me A Home
Disc 2 - Beaches: I Have Found Me A Home
I Have Found Me a Homeby Jimmy Buffet
The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the same
And there are so many quiet places
And smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces.
(Chorus)
And I have found me a home
Yes, I have found me a home
And you can have the rest of everything I own
'Cause I have found me a home.
My old red bike
Gets me around
To the bars and the beaches of my town
And there aren't many reasons I would leave
Yes, I have found me some peace.
And the ladies aren't demanding there
They never ask too much
And when you're coming off a cold love
That's sure a nice warm touch.
(Chorus)
The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the same
And there aren't many reasons I would leave
Yes, I have found me some peace
Yes, I have found me a home.
1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Disc 2 - Beaches: Christmas In The Caribbean
Disc 2 - Beaches: Christmas In The Caribbean
CHRISTMAS IN THE CARIBBEANChristmas in the Caribbean
Snowbirds fill the air
Christmas in the Caribbean
Lots of presents everywhere
We don't live in a hurry
Send away for mistletoe
Christmas in the Caribbean
We got everything but snow.
Lights are glowing in the palm trees
Stockings hanging from mast
Santa's riding on a dolphin
Don't you want to make it
Don't you want to make it last.
Christmas in the Caribbean
Snowbirds fill the air
Christmas in the Caribbean
Lots of presents everywhere
We don't live in a hurry
Send away for mistletoe
Christmas in the Caribbean
We got everything but snow.
Sun-tanned children sleeping
Hoping Santa will come through
Christmas morning boy they're leaping
Oh, it's Bubba's Birthday
Mr Buffett's birthday too!
Christmas in the Caribbean
Snowbirds fill the air
Christmas in the Caribbean
Lots of presents everywhere
We don't live in a hurry
Send away for mistletoe
Christmas in the Caribbean
We got everything but snow.
Disc 2 - Beaches: Volcano
Disc 2 - Beaches: Volcano
VOLCANOJimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey
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 - Beaches: Brown Eyed Girl
Disc 2 - Beaches: Brown Eyed Girl
BROWN EYED GIRLVan Morrison
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 2 - Beaches: Cheeseburger In Paradise
Disc 2 - Beaches: Cheeseburger In Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
Disc 3 - Bars: Fins
Disc 3 - Bars: Fins
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Disc 3 - Bars: Tampico Trauma
Disc 3 - Bars: Tampico Trauma
TAMPICO TRAUMAI must look a mess I must admit
But I have been traveling quite a bit
South of the border
where the law and order
Is kept by Federales who just grin
And tell you they just want to be your friend
They tell you they just want to be your friend
I left for Tampico last July
I jumped off that boat I almost died
There to greet us were pretty senioritas
I swore that I would not go home them
All those lovely ladies were my friends
All those sweet chiquitas they don't pretend
Como esta, Senorita?
That is all I really want to say
I was thrown out of the country yesterday
You see I was drinkin' doubles
Causin' lots of trouble
When the man looked in the window of the bar and he grinned
And said if you come back we just may not be your friend
I don't want to see you around here again
You come back next time we may not pretend
Hi Dee Ho Boys!
Disc 3 - Bars: Livingston Saturday Night
Disc 3 - Bars: Livingston Saturday Night
LIVINGSTON SATURDAY NIGHTJimmy Buffett
You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight,
You take a few tokes, make you feel all right,
Rockin' and rollin' on a Livingston Saturday Night.
Pickup's washed and you just got paid.
With any luck at all you might even get laid,
'Cause they're pickin' and a-kickin'
on a Livingston Saturday Night.
So won't you listen to the sound of a hot country band,
Boot heels shufflin' on the dance floor Sam
Sing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool,
Hittin' on the honeys right out of high school.
Yeah, fifteen may get you twenty,
but that's all right,
"Cause they're rockin and a rollin' on a
Livingston Saturday Night
So won't you listen to the sound of the hot country band,
Boot heels shufflin' on the dance floor Sam,
Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg,
Temperature is rising, better pop another keg.
Fifteen may get you twenty, but that's all right,
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a
Livingston Saturday Night.
Disc 3 - Bars: Cuban Crime Of Passion
Disc 3 - Bars: Cuban Crime Of Passion
CUBAN CRIME OF PASSIONJimmy Buffett/Tom Corcoran
Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
The ladies would pay and pay
Then one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town
And nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds.
'Cause he met up with Meritta, a dancer in from the Coast
Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild
He loved that lady the most
'Til one night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan
So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life
And then he turned his own cold hand.
(Chorus)
And it's just a Cuban crime of passion
Messy and old fashioned
Yeah, that's what the papers did say
It's just a Cuban crime of passion
Anejo and knives a slashin'
But that's what the people like to read about
Up in America, up in America.
Well, they never found Meritta, some people say she got ill
And Billy Voltaire had no one to claim him, he was buried on pauper's hill
And no one talks about 'em no more, it happened just a week ago
But people get by and people get high
In the tropics they come and they go.
(Repeat chorus)
1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Disc 3 - Bars: First Look
Disc 3 - Bars: First Look
FIRST LOOKJimmy Buffett
Fun tickets in my pocket, visions in my brain
Grandfather always told me if I went down
I might never come back again
I studied the language tapes
And I read all the books
Still nothing prepared me for my
Very First Look
(CHORUS 1)
It was my First Look
Baby that's all it took
Was my First Look
Around
I think I want to go flyin'
But I don't want to leave the ground
So I'll just cruise on my landing gear
And taxi round Rio town
Up to the mountain, down to the sea
Take me to Leblon where the samba queen
Waits for me
(CHORUS 2)
It was my First Look
That's when I swallowed the hook
On my First Look
Around
Amora premiera vista
Voce no kier queo insisto
Amora premiera vista
Reacion quimica
Amora premiera vista
Voca no kier queo insista
Amora premiera vista
Reacion quimica
(INSTRUMENTAL VERSE)
Six days later I was felling like a missing link
When my friends told me hey Jimmy
It must have been the hoodlum drink
Now it's time for siestas
And a belly full of rice and beans
And figure if I'm brave enough
To repeat the whole crazy scene
(CHORUS 3)
On my First Look
That's when I swallowed the hook
On my First Look around
Amora premiera vista
Voce no kier queo insista
Amora premiera vista
Reacion quimica
Amora premiera vista
Voca no kier queo insista
Amora premiera vista
Reacion quimica
Disc 3 - Bars: Wino And I Know, The
Disc 3 - Bars: Wino And I Know, The
THE WINO AND I KNOWJimmy Buffett
The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan,
He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow;
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet,
To the rhythm that only he knows.
And I've seen him in so many places,
I saw him the night I was born;
In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn.
And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin'
Like the door-to-door salesman knows
the pains of bell ringin'
It's a strange situation,
a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Well the coffee is strong
at the Cafe Du Monde,
And the donuts are too hot to touch;
But just like a fool, when those
sweet goodies cool, I ate 'til I ate way too much.
Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me,
Be they pastries or lobsters or love;
I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy,
In a world full of pushin' and shove.
And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin',
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pick-up
truck rustin'.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Sweet Senorita, Won't you please come with me?
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea;
Back to the only place that I want to be.
And the Wino and I know the joys of the ocean,
Like a boy knows the joys of his milkshake
in motion.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Disc 3 - Bars: Great Filling Station Holdup, The
Disc 3 - Bars: Great Filling Station Holdup, The
THE GREAT FILLING STATION HOLD UPJimmy Buffett
I pulled into the regular pump
I was feelin' quite at ease
I rolled down my window and told the man
"Fifty cents worth, please"
Then out jumped my partner
With his trusty pellet gun
He said, "Boy, this is a holdup
Keep pumpin' and don't run."
(Chorus)
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin; on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
Cause that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years.
We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP
A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV
Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career
We're wanted men-we'll strike again!
But first let's have a beer.
(Chorus)
We were sittin' in the Krystal
About as drunk as we could be
In walked the deputy sheriff
He was holding our TV
He roughed us, then he cuffed us
And he took us off to jail
No picture on a poster, no reward, and no bail.
(Repeat chorus)
1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Disc 3 - Bars: Elvis Imitators
Disc 3 - Bars: Elvis Imitators
Elvis Imitators
[Spoken:]
Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen.
I'd like to do this next song especially for you. and for the king
Well....I walk up to the mike
and and then I shake my hips
I take a deep breath and put a snare on my lips
See me on the street you wouldn't know my name
But imitating Elvis is my claim to fame
So when you put my imitation name in lights
There'll be imitation good rockin' tonight
Cuz I'm an an Elvis imitator and I just can't stop
Imitating Elvis from the bottom to the top
Imitate the way he talked, the way he smiled
I throw away my scarf and make the crowd go wild
This imitation Elvis may not be the king
But baby I'm the next best thing
Singing Viva Las Vegas and the G.I. Blues
Won't you love me tender in my blue suede shoes
Well let me be your teddy bear, if you must
Oh baby please surrender, 'cause I need your touch
Well if you feelin' lonely, need a place to dwell
Come on down to imitation heartbreak hotel
We're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Yeah my gold lamee cape and my sequined suit
Pompadou haircut and my high-heeled boots
Imitating elvis is the only way
I can make it through my imitation day
I know this rocking music can't be denied
Cause I was imitating him before he died
Well I'm an an Elvis imitator and I just can't stop
Imitating elvis from the bottom to the top
I imitate the way he walked, the way he smiled
I throw away my scarf and make the crowd go wild
This imitation elvis may not be the king
But baby I'm the next best thing
Yeah rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Well baby, it's the next, best thing
[Spoken:]
Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen Viva las vegas Viva las vegas
Disc 3 - Bars: Pencil Thin Mustache
Disc 3 - Bars: Pencil Thin Mustache
PENCIL-THIN MUSTACHEJimmy Buffett
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 3 - Bars: Kick It In Second Wind
Disc 3 - Bars: Kick It In Second Wind
KICK IT IN SECOND WINDJimmy Buffett & Jane Buffett
One o'clock in the mornin',
people pilin' into the door.
Drinks are still comin' in and
I'm barely hummin' and the
audience is screamin' for more.
Somebody's locked in the bathroom,
manager can't find the key.
I pay that man but from where I stand,
it's lookin like a pris'ner is me.
Chorus
So won't you kick it in second wind
we got two more hours to go.
Is there anymore hope of scorin' anymore coke,
and we've still got to do another show.
My mind started to wander,
In the middle of the second song
Dreamin' I was at sea, just my baby and me
when the words started coming out wrong.
Waitresses are pickin' up glasses,
The bartender screamed last call.
When I looked to my right I saw a terrible sight
And the bass man took a bad fall.
Chorus
Instrumental
It's three o'clock in the mornin',
runnin' on adrenaline.
What I'm tryin to say is that tomorrow's the day
And we've got to do it over again.
Disc 3 - Bars: Desperation Samba (Halloween In Tijuana)
Disc 3 - Bars: Desperation Samba (Halloween In Tijuana)
DESPERATION SAMBA (HALLOWEEN IN TIAJUANA)Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Timothy B.Schmidt
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 3 - Bars: When Salome Plays The Drum
Disc 3 - Bars: When Salome Plays The Drum
WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMJimmy Buffett
When Salome plays the drum
The crowd goes deaf and dumb
Swept up by dark sensations
Partially the heat
More so it's the beat
She moves in syncopation
Gazelle on the run
Skirts slit past her thigh
The boys let out a sigh
The beat begins to quicken
Crowd ascends the stairs
Climbin' on the chairs
The plot begins to thicken
Phasers on stun
CHORUS
Take them to the carnival
Let them hear the conga
Tonight the tempo feels so right
Tomorrow may be wronga
INSTRUMENATAL
Gendarme close her down
Make her leave the town
She caught the flight to Rio
With nothin' to say
Wavin' from the plane
Pours pink champagne
She toasts her loyal trio
It was a lucrative stay
Oh won't you take them to the carnival
Let them hear the conga
Tonight the tempo feels right
Tomorrow may be wronga
Oh won't your take them to the carnival
Let them play for hours
Tonight the weather feels so right
Tomorrow may be showers
Disc 3 - Bars: Pascagoula Run, The
Disc 3 - Bars: Pascagoula Run, The
PASCAGOULA RUNJimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver
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 3 - Bars: Sending The Old Man Home
Disc 3 - Bars: Sending The Old Man Home
SENDING THE OLD MAN HOMEJimmy Buffett
They're sending the old man home
Back where the buffalo roam
Out in Pacific they say he was the best
Now he's in his "civies" headin' home like all the rest
He'll never forget Rosa Lee
Or sleepless nights he fought upon the sea
He'll only have the memories
Or great books by James Jones
`Cause they're sending the old man home
Far away
Far away
Another life so very far away
They'll tear down the officers clubs
And write off the overdue subs
So let's drink to their memories
Our heros and our pals
To those crazy navy flyers
To those swell Hawaiian gals
The sailors will dance in the street
Then they'll mothball the whole damn fleet
We'll only have the picture books
Of land and sea and foam
`Cause they're sending the old man home
He'll only have his memories
Or great books by James Jones
`Cause they're sending the old man home
Disc 3 - Bars: Domino College
Disc 3 - Bars: Domino College
Domino CollegeJimmy Buffett & Dan Fogelberg
Found myself a matchbook
Beside some hotel bed
Opened it up and looked inside
And this is what it said
Get on back to school
Domino college, back to school
Boneyard full of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
Fly down to miami
Get yourself a boat
Fill it full of suntan oil
And rent yourself a goat
Ain't no registration
Ain't no student loan
You may not learn to read or write
But you will surely learn to roll them bones
Get on back to school
Domino college, back to school
Boneyard full of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
They don't rap your knuckles
If you cut the class
They just track you through the jungle boy
Then they kick your ass
It's a different kind of domino theory
They teach you down in Butler town
If you lose you buy the booze
And then the student body all falls down
They can't get back to school
Domino college, back to school
Fountain of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
Get on back
Make your parents hate you
Be a big disgrace
Act just like a domino
And fall on your face
You can't get back to school
Domino college, back to school
Fountain of knowledge
There ain't no graduation from this kind of education
Back to school
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
Oh, Jan
Disc 4 - Ballads: Come Monday
Disc 4 - Ballads: Come Monday
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
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 4 - Ballads: Defying Gravity
Disc 4 - Ballads: Defying Gravity
DEFYING GRAVITYI live on a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even one day if I do
Well I'll jump up and smile back at you
I don't even know where we are
They tell me were circling a star
Well I'll take their word, I don't know
But I'm dizzy so it may be so
I'm riding a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even the high must lay low
But when I do fall I will be glad to go
Yes when I do fall I will be glad to go
Disc 4 - Ballads: Survive
Disc 4 - Ballads: Survive
SURVIVEJimmy Buffett, Mike Utley
I play the stereo loud
When I'm away from the maddening crowd
Smokin', jokin', clowns we all are
Sometimes I kinda get real ill
When I receive my monthly telephone bill
But you say it and I'll pay it
`Cause it helps me to
Chorus
Survive stay alive
'Til I see you again
Survive stay alive
Can't say where it ends
Clouds lift and there are mountains below
Been a while since I've seen any snow
Chillin' so thrillin' so good to be back
Feels nice to be home for a while
Let's sip champagne til we break into smiles
We'll go dancin' romancin'
`Cause your the reason I
Survived stayed alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive stay alive
When will it all end
But my bags ain't unpacked
`Cause I've got to go back and play
But I know we'll both
Survive stay alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive stay alive
Until it all ends
Survive stay alive
When will it all end
Survive stay alive
Till I see you again
Disc 4 - Ballads: Incommunicado
Disc 4 - Ballads: Incommunicado
INCOMMUNICADOJimmy Buffett,D. McColl,M.L.Benoit
Travis McGee's still in Cedar Key
That's what John McDonald said
My rendezvous so long overdue
With all of the things I've sung and read
They still apply to me, they all make sense in time
Chorus
But now I'm incommunicado
Driving by myself down the road with a hole in it
Songs with no bravado
Takin' the long way home
Now on the day that John Wayne died
I found myself on the continental divide
Tell me where do we go from here?
Think I'll ride into Leadville and have a few beers
Think of "Red River", "Liberty Valence" can't believe
the old man's gone
Chorus
But now he's incommunicado
Leaving such a hole in a world that believed
That a life with such bravado
Was taking the right way home
So when I finished the last line
I put the book by itself on the shelf
With my heart in it
Never wasting time takin' the right way home
I know you're never wastin' time
Findin' the right way home
Still I am incommunicado
Livin' next door to a leg with a pin in it
Never wastin' time, takin' the right way home
Disc 4 - Ballads: I Heard I Was In Town
Disc 4 - Ballads: I Heard I Was In Town
I HEARD I WAS IN TOWNJimmy Buffett & Michael Utley
Came to see friends
Walk old streets again
Grab a bite and beer by the sea
It caught my attention
The old town has grown
That's why I came alone
But I've been treated well
I raised all kinds of hell
When a full tank was only a fin
Ain't it quite funny how things turn around
I heard I was in town
I was a madman in a pickup truck
So many years ago
Changes have come like the storms of the season
But time here still moves slow
Passed the old joints
My favorite haunts
Where we'd stay for twelve or ten
Ain't it quite funny word gets around
I heard I was in town
I was a madman in a pickup truck
So many years ago
Changes have come like the storms of the season
But time here still moves slow
Came to see friends
Walk old streets again
Maybe strike up a tune with the moon
Don't it seem funny
Word gets around
I heard I was in town
Disc 4 - Ballads: Ballad Of Spider John
Disc 4 - Ballads: Ballad Of Spider John
BALLAD OF SPIDER JOHNSpider John is my name friend
I'm in between freights and I sure would be obliged
If you'd share your company
I know this may sound strange to you
But if you wait 'til the song is sung and the story's told
You might come to understand
Why I'm old and bent and devil's been runnin' out of time
When I long ago held a royal flush in my hand.
Oh, I was a super market fool, I was a roll-the-bank, a
stool pigeon,
Robbing my hometown
I thought I'd lost the blues, yes, I thought I'd paid my dues
I thought I'd found the life to suit my style
But here I sit ol' Spider John
The robber man
Long, tall and handsome
Yes, ol' Spider John with the loaded hand
Taking ransom
Then one day I met Diamond Lil
She was the sweetest thing, I declare,
That the summer breeze ever blown my way
But, lady, she had no idea my illustrious occupation
She thought I was a saint, not a sinner gone astray
But you see that word got around and Lily left town
Never saw her again
Tossin' and turnin', causin' my heart to grieve
Oh, I was a super market fool, I was roll-the-bank, stool pigeon
Robbing my hometown.
I thought I'd lost my blues, thought I'd paid my dues
I thought I'd found the life to suit my style.
But here I sit ol' Spider John,
The robber man
Long, tall and handsome
Yes, ol' Spider John with the loaded hand
Taking ransom
That is all my story
Been these thirty years since I took to the road
Find my precious jewel one
If you see my Lily, won't you give her my regards
Tell her ol' Spider got tangled
In the black web that he spun
You can tell her that ol' Spider got tangled
In the black web that he spun
Disc 4 - Ballads: Little Miss Magic
Disc 4 - Ballads: Little Miss Magic
LITTLE MISS MAGICJimmy Buffett
She's constantly amazed by the blades of
the fan on the ceiling
And the funny little faces she makes
can't help but be appealing
She loves to ride through the town with the top down
Feel the warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin
Chorus
I see a little more of me everyday
I catch a little more moustache turning grey
Your mother is the only other woman for me
Little Miss Magic what you gonna be?
Sometimes I catch her dreaming and wonder
where that little mind meanders
Is she down along the shore or
strolling cross the broad Savannah's
I know in time she'll learn to make up her own mind
In time she's gonna learn to fly
Oh that I won't deny
Disc 4 - Ballads: California Promises
Disc 4 - Ballads: California Promises
CALIFORNIA PROMISESSteve Goodman
Beneath the moonlit sky
Shadows walk beside the water
Sad goodbyes whisperd on the shore
Hear those wind chimes play
They serenade the shadow lovers
Sing and fade away
Like California promises
I will never love another
Wait for me 'til I return
But she never will
He waits for her beside the water
Faithful still to California promises.
Disc 4 - Ballads: African Friend
Disc 4 - Ballads: African Friend
AFRICAN FRIENDJimmy Buffett
Disembarking at Duvalier Airport
Seeking transportation to town
As the purple ink dried on his passport
He could still feel the eyes look around
"Messieur ou est le casino?"
He spoke to the cabbie and smiled
The driver replied "Vieux ou noveaux?"
As he motioned the dark man inside.
Business in Aruba concluded
He now had a little money to spend
That's how I came to meet my African friend
We were rollin' the bones several hours
Conversing as most gamblers do
We were calling on all of our powers
Hoping to see the night through.
But not approving at all of our winning
The pit boss he tugged at his sleeve
Through the whole thing my new friend was grinning
When he motioned it's time we should leave.
With our night at the tables behind us
We were ready just to do it again
That's when I came to know my African Friend
But I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse
A soldier told me I' better leave
As I stumbled to find me a taxi
I saw a note pinned to my sleeve.
"It was a pleasure and a hell of an evening
It was truly our night to win
But the authorities insist on my leaving
Take care, my American friend."
With my weekend at Haiti concluded
I now had a little money to spend
That's when I came to meet my African friend
That's how I came to know another good friend.
Disc 4 - Ballads: Everlasting Moon
Disc 4 - Ballads: Everlasting Moon
Everlasting Moon
The sky revealed the rumor
In a misty gray cocoon
Some angry baby-boomers
Stole the everlasting moon
They found a new location
Clear and poison free
In a distant constellation
Oh, they called it lunacy
Hangin' in the sky
The perfect alibi
Baby come outside with me
There's a moon you've got to see
Smiling every place
With his laser-painted face
Light of love in each moonbeam
Want you step into my dream
Everlasting moon
Back when nature ruled the heavens
Oh gypsies, fools, and loons
Were dragged across the ocean
By that everlasting moon
When it goes from full to crescent
I move in and out of tune
It's the envy of the kremlin
It's our everlasting moon
Shinin' in the sky
The perfect alibi
Baby come outside with me
There's this moon you've got to see
Smiling every place
With his laser-painted face
Light of love in each moonbeam
Want you step into my dream
Everlasting moon
Everlasting moon
Disc 4 - Ballads: Pre-You
Disc 4 - Ballads: Pre-You
PRE-YOUJimmy Buffett/Ralph MacDonald/William Salter
Mysterious lost weekend in a land
where time stands still
Where people fall in love again
just for one more thrill
My girl and I went walking
by the Caribbean sea
Someone snorkeled by raised her head up high
And my girl said who's she?
Chorus
Pre you a friend of mine who's old not new
Pre you she's just another girl that I once knew
A pleasant smile a pretty face
Another time another place
Pre you what's a guy supposed to do?
We'll blame it on the weather
and the stars that shine above
For bringing us together and
filling us with love
So don't you fret my lady,
'cause what we have is strong
Let her swim away
out into the bay
your place is here with me
Chorus
She's pre you just a friend
so don't be blue
Pre you she's only yesterday
just passing through
Another page in history
a stepping stone for you and me
Pre you what's a guy supposed to do?
Instrumental
Long ago we were close but the fire went out
She's a tease can't you tell
that's what she's all about
Like an old broken clock on the wall
she's got nothing to say
She was long ago she's so yesterday
Chorus
She's pre you just a friend
so don't be blue
Pre you she's only yesterday
just passing through
Another page in history
a stepping stone for you and me
Pre you what's a guy supposed to do?
Disc 4 - Ballads: Middle Of The Night
Disc 4 - Ballads: Middle Of The Night
Middle Of The Night
Middle of the night
Hold on til morning
We will see the light
Love is spawning
Middle of the night
Hold on forever
We will get it right
All together
When will we listen
When will we ever learn
Read all about it
This tide has got to turn
Old folks and babys
Crying in the storm
I try to tell them
Soon they'll be safe and warm
Lord let us out of this hall full of mirrors
Make it all clearer
Don't let us fall
In the middle of the night
Middle of the night
New voices calling
Saying it's alright
I'm not falling
Middle of the night
Halfway till morning
Middle of my life
New days dawning
Disc 4 - Ballads: Coast Of Marseilles
Disc 4 - Ballads: Coast Of Marseilles
COAST OF MARSEILLESKeith Sykes
I sat there on the coast of Marseilles
My thoughts came by like wind through my hand
How good it'd be to hold you
How good it'd be to feel like that again
How good it'd be to feel like that again
Would you be remembering me?
I ask that question time and again
The answer came and haunted me so
I did not want to think it again
I did not want to think it again
You make it hard for me to forget
I haven't stopped loving you yet
When I left the coast of Marseilles
I hadn't done what I'd come to do
I spent all the money I'd saved
And did not get over you
I did not get over you.
Disc 4 - Ballads: Island
Disc 4 - Ballads: Island
ISLANDJimmy Buffett, Dave Loggins
Island I see you in the distance
I feel that your existence
Is not unlike my own
Island they say no man is like you
They say you stand alone
Sometimes I feel that way too
Is it the need for love?
Heart and soul accompaniment
That seems to make me different from you
I've tried to build bridges
But they all fell down
I've taken to the air on wings of silver
But always hit the ground
Island I see you in all of my dreams
But I'm a man with no means to reach your distant shore
Island I see you in the moonlight
Silhouettes of ships in the night
Just make me long that much more
To be like you
Heart and soul accompaniment
That seems to make me different from you
I've tried to build bridges
But they all fell down
I've taken to the air on wings of silver
But always hit the ground
Instrumental
Disc 4 - Ballads: He Went To Paris
Disc 4 - Ballads: He Went To Paris
HE WENT TO PARISJimmy Buffett
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 4 - Ballads: Stars Fell On Alabama
Disc 4 - Ballads: Stars Fell On Alabama
STARS FELL ON ALABAMAM.Parish, F.Perkins
Moonlight and magnolia, starlight in your hair
All the world a dream come true
Did it really happen, was I really there
Was I really there with you
Chorus
We lived our little drama, we kissed in a field of white
And the stars fell on Alabama last night
I can't forget the glamour
Your eyes held a tender light
And the stars fell on Alabama last night
Never planned in my imagination, a situation so heavenly
A fairy tale where no one else could enter
And in the center, just you and me, dear
My heart beat like a hammer, my arms wound around you tight
And the stars fell on Alabama last night
Disc 4 - Ballads: Changing Channels
Disc 4 - Ballads: Changing Channels
CHANGING CHANNELSJimmy Buffett and Mac McAnally
Girl of a thousand faces
From a long line of basket cases
Daughter of a fortune teller
Oh the lovely Isabella
CHORUS
She's changing channels
Stayin' on her toes
She's just changin' channels
As she goes
This place is full of beachhead sailors
Fisherman and old retailers
Simple lives are so deep seated
and history always gets repeated
Some folks see a birds eye view
Others haven't got a clue
Some will go and some will stay
It doesn't matter anyway
CHORUS
They are changin' channels
Crazy girls and boys
They'll be changin' channels
Changin' toys
Survivors of tidal waves
children of former slaves
don't it that they behave
Like it's another world
There's an island in the ocean
Where the people stay in motion
Somewhere on the old gulf stream
Do they live or did I dream
CHORUS
They were changin' channels
Waitin' for their sails to fill
They were changin' channels
Always will
They'll be changin' channels
Waitin' for their sails to fill
They'll be changing channels
Always will
Disc 4 - Ballads: Twelve Volt Man
Disc 4 - Ballads: Twelve Volt Man
TWELVE VOLT MANJimmy Buffett
I never got a grip in penmanship
Could never make those small l's flow
Seldom found the trick to arithmetic
Three plus two be faux pas
But ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the South Seas
I never had the clout to knock one out
But hitting was the name of my game
Standing on third as the coaches conferred
So close to my first claim to fame
Just give me the steal sign
And I'll make home plate mine
And I just might turn some heads
Sometimes I may get a little drastic
Sometimes I just let my feelings show
Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic
Most times that's the way the story goes
Now I know this Joe down in Mexico
He went there to work on his tan
For years he's been plugged into blenders and songs
They call him the Twelve Volt Man
He don't need no charge card
Just give him a die-hard
And he'll make sparks fly round your head
Or just ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the South Seas
And I'll make sparks fly round your head
Round your head
In your head
In your head
Disc 2 - Beaches: Who's The Blonde Stranger?
Disc 2 - Beaches: Who's The Blonde Stranger?
WHO'S THE BLONDE STRANGER?Nothing like this way out in west Texas
Galveston Bay is a whole other world
My wife's in her room getting over her sunburn
How would Louis Lamore get me next to that girl?
She tells me her tan is the same way all over
She asks me to dance and says, "Keep your boots on"
She never met a number one cowboy
We rolled in the sand and drank rum until dawn
Who's the blonde stranger"
Who entered my life"
Making me over on the moonlight
This side of Texas is all new to me
Who's the blonde stranger who lives by the sea?
I stayed up all night and for me that's the first time
Sneak in the room just as cool as I can
Pull back the sheets and the bed is all empty
Except for a note left by some guy named Dan
My head got all light and the room started spinning
I stepped outside just to get some fresh air
Out on a wave was my own darling Lola
And some pretty boy with bleach in his hair
Who's the blonde stranger out there with my wife?
What were they doing in the moonlight?
This side of Texas is all new to me
Who are these strangers who live by the sea?
Back on the ranch and everything's normal
Beach blanket bingo comes on the TV
We talk in our sleep and then the next morning
I ask her who's Dan and she asks who's Marie?
Disc 3 - Bars: Why Don't We Get Drunk
Disc 3 - Bars: Why Don't We Get Drunk
WHY DON'T WE GET DRUNKJimmy Buffett
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 3 - Bars: They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More
Disc 3 - Bars: They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More
They Don't Dance Like Carmen No MoreJimmy Buffett
Walkin' down new streets the music is loud
Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds
But I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more.
She and old Cougie, my what a pair
Doin' the Rhumba as no one else dared
Slidin' and glidin' 'cross Hollywood floors
But they don't dance like Carmen no more.
She had a big hat, my it was high
Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky
And how she could balance them, I wouldn't dare
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen nowhere
But the lady's not with us, she died long ago
And they don't run her movies on late midnight shows
'Cause the kids would get restless, and the grown-ups would snore
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more.
(Repeat second verse)
1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Disc 1 - Boats: Havana Daydreamin'
Disc 1 - Boats: Havana Daydreamin'
HAVANA DAYDREAMIN'Jimmy Buffett
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 3 - Bars: The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful
Disc 3 - Bars: The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful
THE WEATHER IS HERE, WISH YOU WERE BEAUTIFULJimmy Buffett
He worked hard all year just wanted a few weeks alone
But his old lady's into modeling,
She can't stay away from the phone
Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says "Down there there is nothing to do"
Her goddamn phone never stops ringing
He'll try the service in a day maybe two
Well, he's on his third drink before the
wheels of the plane leave the ground
Making points with the stewardess
climbing over Long Island Sound
She's also spending some time on the island
Too much city madness gives her the blues
They make a date to go dancing and dining
Seems neither has that much to lose
Chorus
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
My thoughts aren't too clear but don't run away
My girlfiend's a bore, my job is too dutiful
Hell, nobody's perfect would you like to play
I feel together today
Well now that was just the start of
a well-deserved over due binge
Meanwhile back in the city certain
people are starting to cringe
His lawyers are calling his parents
His girlfriend doesn't know what to think
His partners are studying their options
He's just singing and ordering drinks
Chorus
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear life's easy today
The beer is too cold, the daquiri's too fruitiful
There's no place like home when it's this far away
I don't care what they say
He's going back to New York pack it up
and let everyone know
It was something that he should have done
such a long time ago
Still time to start a new life in the palm trees
Billy Clyde wasn't insane
And it doesn't work out there'll never be any doubt
That the pleasure was worth all the pain
Chorus
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear, life is easy today
The beer is too cold, the daquiri's too fruitiful
There's no place like home when it's this far away
I need time for to play
Time for to play
Disc 4 - Ballads: If The Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me
Disc 4 - Ballads: If The Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me
IF THE PHONE DOESN'T RING, IT'S MEJimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Michael Utley
There are oceans of feelings between us
Currents that take us and sweep us away
That's why we seldom have seen us
In the light of a cold hard day
Lots of new friends with the same old answers
Open your eyes, you might see
Of our lives were that simple
We'd live in the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
If the phone doesn't ring
You'll know that it's me
I'll be out in the eye of the storm
If the phone doesn't ring
you'll know that I'll be
Where someone can make me feel warm
It's too bad we can't turn
and live in the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
I've had good days and bad days
And going half mad days
I try to let go but you're still on my mind
I've lost all the old ways
I'm searching for new plays
Putting it all on the line
Lots of new friends with the same old problems
Open your eyes, you might see
If our lives were that simple
We'd live in the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
If it takes all the future
We'll live through the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
You'll Never Work in Dis Bidness Again
You'll Never Work in Dis Bidness Again
YOU'LL NEVER WORK IN DIS BIDNESS AGAINJimmy Buffett, Michael Utley, Vince Melamed, Josh Leo, Willie Weeks and Matt Betton
(For all of those who have dared to try, made it and lived to tell about it.)
He told it to the monkeys and they didn't talk back
Then he told the old iguana and he didn't attack
They told me before I started
That it never ever would work out
Stay in school, don't be a fool
But I had to see what life is about
So I went to Biloxi seeking fortune and fame
I got hired, I got fired, I got called dirty names
You'll never never work in dis bidness again
No you'll never, no never
Never work in dis bidness again
I knew I needed representation
and I found it one night in a bar
He was a bondsman and a part time agent
And he said that he would make me a star
He said, "You don't have to be that good
To make it out in Hollywood
You just have to change and complain."
Or you'll never, never work in dis bidness again
You'll never, no, never, never work in dis bidness again.
(INSTRUMENTAL)
I parked cars at the Rainbow
I sold maps of the stars
I got my nose broken in Spago's
When I puked on the bar
All I played is a double barmitzvah
Bubba played a double bar mitzvah
It's a jungle out there
We love it
Hell, I don't care
I'm going back to my predator friends
I will never, never work in dis bidness again
No, I'll never, no never, never work in this bidness again
You'll never, never work in this bidness again.
The City
The City
The City
Ahh
Ah, ahh
Ah, ahh
As a child on the farm
I was warned of the wiles of the city
Of that demon disguise
There's the dirt in the skies of the city
Well they say the proximity warps their minds
'Til they're shooting one another just to pass the time
And we live it appears
Both in spite and in fear of the city
Ooh, ooh yeah
Ooh
I was constantly told
How our lives were controlled by the city
How they keep us in debt
With the trends that they set it's a pity
Now the beautiful people in the magazines
Got the normal ones living beyond their means
And the things that they said
Made me go in my head to the city
Ooh
Ahh
Ah, ahh
Ah, ahh
When I finally came
There's some things still the same in the city
You still lie under the thumb
Of the rich and the young and the pretty
Well they weren't much different than we might act
If there was that many others stacked and closely packed
It's an ancient idea
But it struck me so clear in the city
Oooh, ooh yeah
Ooh, ooh yeah
Ooh
Ahh
Ah, ahh
Ah, ahh
Last Mango in Paris
Last Mango in Paris
LAST MANGO IN PARISJimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
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.
Come Monday
Come Monday
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
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
Today's Message
Today's Message
Today's Message"Oh yes. Welcome, welcome all. In the middle of this parrothead madness this evening we thought it would be appropriate to take a few minutes of your time to reflect on a little spiritual, spiritual healing. Heal'em up sister. We have such a choir with us this evening. We can't wait to hear all of you sing with us. That's why we're here. We heard you all on a couple of songs already. The only thing is, it's not nice to beat Jimmy to the words of his own song." "Yes, we white people been working on rhythm for a while but we've got a long way to go. So when we get to this next song we'd like for you to sing. I know that some of you may be a little hesitant here. The climate that's going around these days because some pea-brained people think that some of my songs are obscene and nasty. We know better don't we?
But I just feel sorry for the ones that don't. It's just that the times have moved so far ahead of 'em they're back in the pea-brained past."
"Time has moved so fast, I will give you a couple of examples. Today, a pair of tennis shoes costs more than a lot of your first automobiles did. I had a hundred dollar pick-up truck back in those days. I know. Can I get an AMEN for a hundred dollar pick-up truck?"
"Today there are two Madonnas. Our Lady of Fatima over here, and that woman from Michigan runnin' around Italy with Warren Beatty over here. Looks like Helen of Troy. Sue me baby sue me, yeah."
"And uh, we don't want you to think of this song in those terms because this song that we're about to get you to help us with is not a nasty, obscene song. It is a love song, from a slightly different point of view, that's all. And before we sing it we just want to bring you a little message of peace, prosperity, and hope in such a trouble world today. But Reverened Jim has a few things he thinks could work to solve our world problems and our world tensions."
"First of all, we send all the presidents of the savings and loans associations over to run the country of Iraq. That would solve two problems right there. And world peace, I've got an answer for world peace. We take the money that it'd cost us to build just one B-1 bomber, that one that doesn't work. We change it into five dollar bills. We put all of this money into bags and we fly over the Atlantic Ocean, past Europe because they're getting their shit togehter anyway. We drop this money on the Russian people. All those little tiny pictures of Abraham Lincoln come tumblin' down out of the sky. I want them to feel those sawbucks in their hands. You know how your money feels when you accidently leave it in your blue jeans and you take it out and it's all warm and soft, oooh! Well we let those Russian people hang on to that money for about a week and then we fly back over there. We fill our airplanes full of mail order catalogs from L.L. Bean. From up in Columbus, Sporty's Pilot Shop. And Victoria's Secret! The Russian people have this money in their hand, the catalogs come down. They look at those pictures on the opening pages of the Victoria's Secret catalog, not back in the outdoors section, you know what I'm talking about right? They got the money, they got the catalogs, they're going to get the idea. They send all the money back to us to buy the stuff. We have full employment. There's world peace, and the Russians have crotch-less underwear through the twenty-first century! Thank you!"
"So I hope you have no hesitation about joining us in this song. As I said, it is just a love song, from a different point of view."
A Love Song (From a Different Point of View)
A Love Song (From a Different Point of View)
A Love Song (From a Different Point of View)
"Okay"
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But yer face don't look too clear
Bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew
"Alright let's here it"
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"You're on the record!"
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed, it's 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.
"I can't wait for 'em to put that label on my live album.
You're sounding absolutely wonderful out there, but we have invited the all girls choir from Lima,
Ohio down here and we can't here them too well now.
We'd like all of you gentlemen out in the audience to just sorta take a break,
sit back and let's let these beautiful women of the Nineties tell us how they feel about it.
Ladies are you ready? On the count of four. One, two, three, four."
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"Whoo yeah!"
I just bought a waterbed it's filled up with Elmer's glue."
They say you are a snuff queen
Let's see what all you macho men can do
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"Oh yeah."
Why don't we get drunk and screw
"I think we better work this out amongst ourselves."
Why don't we get drunk and screw, oooh yeah
One Particular Harbour
One Particular Harbour
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOURJimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE
Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea
Honey Do
Honey Do
HONEY DOJimmy Buffett & Mike Utley
You never try to keep the wild ones home
But mister don't just sit there and wait
Go out on the town makin' all of the rounds
It don't matter if you're your own date
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southerneese
Honey do, Honey, come and do me again
I've seen your fat cats style
Three hundred pounds of jive ass smile
Young girls gigglin' all the while
That's not my cup of chowder
I go for candlelight
Cold champagne nearly every night
Honey, do a little toast to me and you
Honey, why couldn't you have taken the non stop train
I'm hungry and I really want to see you again
I know it's gettin' late
Waiter keeps starin' at your empty plate
Maitre'd keeps tellin' me
"Sir, she's just not coming."
Now what the hell does Garcon know
We've been through all this before
Honey do, Honey, come and do me again
Honey, why couldn't you have taken the non stop train?
I'm hungry and I really want to see you again
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southerneese
Honey do, Honey come and do me again
Yeah, Honey do, Honey come and do me again.
Cheeseburger in Paradise
Cheeseburger in Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
A Pirate Looks at Forty
A Pirate Looks at Forty
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTYJimmy Buffett
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
Instrumental
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.
Jolly Mon
Jolly Mon
JOLLY MONJimmy Buffett, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
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
Gypsies in the Palace
Gypsies in the Palace
GYPSIES IN THE PALACEJimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey & Will Jennings
So long Boss, knock 'em dead, don't worry 'bout a thing
Wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing
The limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone,
Me and Snake will watch your place and treat it like our own
Look at all this liquor
Look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste
We're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in his closet, I swear he wouldn't mind
Hell, we''ll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no fight
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
There's damsels in distress out there and we got all this beer
We'll free them from their condos and bring them over here
We'll show them his gold records
We'll play his music loud
We'll party just like Bubba does
We'll do the old man proud
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and we're going wild tonight.
He's the greatest guy to work for, man, he's really cool
Hey Snake, this party's getting dull, throw someone in the pool
Hey, let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line
Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake, we need more wine
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace and we're raising hell tonight, hey
Oh, hi there Boss, what's goin' on?
You say you're coming when?
I'll send Snake to pick you tomorrow night at ten, okay
Everybody out of here, the show is closing down
We've got to find someone to clean this up,
He's coming back to town
Hi there boss, we waxed your car, we raked and mowed
your lawn
We couldn't find enough to do in the short time you
were gone
Man it sure is peaceful here, you really got it all
If you ever hit the road again, give me and Snake
a call
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume
the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
Hello?
Hey, Jimmy, it's Glenn
Glenn, How ya' doing?
Fine man, I'm going on the road, do you know anyone who
could house sit for me?
I got these two great guys that look after my place man,
they're the best.
Fins
Fins
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Margaritaville
Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
Jamaica Farewell
Jamaica Farewell
Jamaica Farewell
Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
I took a trip on a sailing ship
But when I reached Jamaica I made her stop
Now I'm sad to say
I'm on my way (on my way)
I won't be back for many a day
My heart is down
My head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
Sounds of laughter everywhere
And the dancing girls sway to and fro
I must declare my heart is there
Though I have been from Maine to Mexico
Still I'm sad to say
I'm on my way (on my way)
I won't be back for many a day
My heart is down
My head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
Down at the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
Ackev rice, salt fish are nice
Oh the rum is fine anytime of year
Now I'm sad to say
I'm on my way (on my way)
I won't be back for many a day
My heart is down
My head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountaintop
I took a trip on a sailing ship
But when I reached Jamaica I made her stop
Now I'm sad to say
I'm on my way (on my way)
I won't be back for many a day
My heart is down
My head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
Volcano
Volcano
VOLCANOJimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey
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.
Carnival World
Carnival World
CARNIVAL WORLDJimmy Buffett, Roger Guth & Jay Oliver
My father always said that there's no free ride
You've got to make a sacrifice
With so many Prophets on the Lord's side
Even your soul has got a price
But talk is cheap it takes money to buy your freedom
And the tax man's knockin' at your door
CHORUS
Spend it while you can
Money's contraband
You can't take it with you when you go
Spend it while you can
Before it's taken from your hand
There's no free ride in this carnival world
Too many hawkers on this travelin' show
Everybody's got something to sell
Bootleg Swatches, cardboard Gucci gear
Watch your step at the wishing well
What's mine is mine
If it's only one thin dime
My cash has always meant to flow
(Chorus)
Spend it while you can, etc..........
There's no free ride in this carnival world.
But talk is cheap it takes money to buy your freedom
And the tax man's knockin' at your door.
(Chorus)
Spend it while you can....
....there's no free ride in this carnival world.
There's no free ride in this carnival world.
Take Another Road
Take Another Road
TAKE ANOTHER ROADJimmy Buffett, Jay Oliver & Roger Guth
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.
That's My Story and I'm Stickin' to It
That's My Story and I'm Stickin' to It
THAT'S MY STORY AND I'M STICKIN' TO ITJimmy Buffett and Jay Oliver
Kindergarten
King of excuses
Sister Mary Mojo, so hard to trick
What can I say
The dog ate my homework
I could play the game
They love me anyway
Alibis, angles and tales from the tropics
Come to my mind, so easy and quick
Spacemen from mars stole all of my money
I could play the game
They love me just the same
CHORUS
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it
That's my life and all that I've got
Call me a liar, call me a writer
Believe me or not
Believe me or not
Women always know before you tell them
The younger girls, so easy to trick
What's that word? I think I'm eccentric
I can play the game
They love me anyway
Revelations
Love when they happen
Wizards and lizards, I choose and I pick
In a hundred years it all won't matter
How you play the game
They love you just the same
Repeat Chorus
I will play the game
I still stay the same
I will play the game
Believe me or not
Repeat Chorus
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it
That's my life and all that I've got
Call me a liar, call me a writer
Believe me or not
Believe me or not
I will play the game
I will stay the same
I will play the game
Again
And again
I will play the game
I will stay the same
I will play the game
Again
And again.
Why the Things We Do
Why the Things We Do
WHY THE THINGS WE DOJimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver/Roger Guth
In an old house down by the beach
Lives an old man who's just out of reach
Ohhh he's got nothin' to lose
Some say he's a crazy old man
A refugee from a rock and band
Oh oh he's still playin the blues
In the mornin' when you rise
Aren't you glad to be alive
Oh oh put on your barefoot shoes
When you dance beneath the moon rainbow
Can't you feel the afterglow
Oh oh why the things we do
Why the things we do
In the driftwood house you learn how to dream
Truth is stranger that fishin' it seems
Oh oh there's no earthly rules
And the people come to hear him say
Life's too short to live your way
Oh oh who's really fooling who
Invisible means are the key to support
Makes you a king in your own court
Oh oh what have you got to lose
Push the sadness from your heart
There's no living in the dark
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
In the mornin' when you rise
Aren't you glad to be alive
Oh oh put on your barefoot shoes
When you dance beneath the moon rainbow
Can't you feel the afterglow
Oh oh that's why the things we do
That's why the things we do
That's why the things we do
That's why the things we do
Gravity Storm
Gravity Storm
GRAVITY STORMJimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver
Apple fall out of the tree and hit the ground
Pretty soom we realize we're earthly bound
Babies fall and babies cry in early years
Mamas dust them off and wipe away the tears
CHORUS
Ohhhhhhhh watch out for that gravity storm
It don't give no warning signs
Ohhhhhhhh watch out for that gravity storm
Ohhoo
All your life you have to deal with ups and downs
So listen to your heartstrings as you move around
Don't forget to listen to the steady beat
Don't forget to balance on your ready feet
Repeat Chorus
I will keep you warm
Shelter in the storm
All your life
I well keep you warm
Shelter from the storm
All your life
Apple fall out of the tree and hit the ground
Pretty soon we realize we're earthly bound
Babies fall and babies cry in early years
Mamas dust them off and wipe away the tears
Repeat Chorus
I will keep you warm
Shelter in the storm
All your life
I will keep you warm
Shelter from the storm
All your life
Off to See the Lizard
Off to See the Lizard
OFF TO SEE THE LIZARDJimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver
I was raised by a maid who came from Martinique
She wore geckos round her neck and bracelets on her feet
A superstitious woman from the land of sugar cane
She'd sing the sun to bed and dance out in the rain
Dance out dance out dance out dance out in the rain
She'd excite us with his legend that the
Africans had told
About a red iguana who turned lava into gold
We'd mount an expedition headin' out into the bay
Superstitious children playing pirate for a day
CHORUS
Off to see the lizard
Off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu, believe it
And it will come true
Veja Veja Veja du
What works for me might work for you
Bein' rich and famous seems to have its ups and downs
That's the price you pay for being troubadours
and clowns
Godzilla's halitosis it be vaporizing cars
Elvis up in Michigan or maybe out on Mars
Dance out dance out dance out to the stars
But livin' in the briar patch ain't what it appears
Sooner or later you gotta face your fears
I heard it from the parrot verbalizing in the tree
I heard it in the songllines of the aborigine
Off the see the lizard
Off the see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu, believe it
And it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Does it work for me?
Yeah yeah
Will it work for you?
Yeah yeah
If you believe it will
Yeah yeah
It will come true
I got problems wif my brain underneath my curls
Problems wif Loraine and all the other girls
Love a wealthy woman and the pretty plane she flies
If you think this songs confusing you should see it through my eyes
Dancin, dancin, dancin through my eyes
I'm turning off the waterfall the tourists can go home
Feel it time to travel time to write a poem
Time to seek some therapy I'm goin' walkabout
Answers are the easy part questions raise the doubt
Off the see the lizard
Off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu, believe it
And it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Deja deja deja vu, believe it
And it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Boomerang Love
Boomerang Love
BOOMERANG LOVEJimmy Buffett
Hole in the wind behind the island
Big blue hole in the middle of my heart
I can't forget the time we spent together
I can't remember how long
How long we've been apart
CHORUS
Be ridin' on this boomerang love circling fast
hard to see in a sky so vast
Laugh till you cry, cry till you smile
Up and down all around
Boomerang boomerang
Boomerang love
Now we both know, we're now in different orbits
Different islands, different worlds
Though we really are the same
I'm just glad, glad we started talking
Finally realize no one is to blame
Repeat Chorus
We've been riding on a boomerang love
can't let go
Running fast, movin' slow
What's the right way, who is to say
Tension and suspension
On a boomerang boomerang love
Boomerang boomerang love
Instrumental
Big blue hole out in the ocean
Where I dive straight down until
I can not see
Feel my way through a bevy of solutions
There I realize the answer lies in me
Gettin' off of this boomerang love
Comin' up for air
Do what's right do what's fair
Come what may, we'll find a way
No more tension and suspension
No more boom boom
Boomerang love
Strange Bird
Strange Bird
STRANGE BIRDJimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver
Half fast and seldom seen
He don't blip the radar screen
On the deck below the dune
Under the commander's moon
Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low not like all the rest
God only knows where the strange
bird goes when he's flyin'
Everybody's trying to find him
But they don't know where to start
The ornithologist lady says that he has wings on his heart
CHORUS
Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low not like all the rest
If you can't catch him, you can't claim him
If you can't see him you can't name him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
Wings on his heart, he's a strange bird
His only home is in the skies
Slicing through the cloudy pie
Above the whole Caribbean
Moves the swift amphibian
CHORUS
Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low not like all the rest
If you can't catch him, you can't claim him
If you can't see him you can't name him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
Wings on his heart, he's a strange bird
Watch out girl, he's a strange bird
But he's in love with the lady of the waters
And she lives somewhere up around Cheauxvan
He's gonna circle high above her runway of love
Until she gives him her permission to land
CHORUS
Strange bird from a different nest
flying low not like all the rest
If you can't catch him, you can't claim him
If you can't see him you can't name him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
If you can't see him you can't claim him
If you can't see him, you can't name him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
Wings on his heart, he's a strange bird
Strange bird flying low
Cross the Gulf of Mexico
Strange bird, not like all the rest
Watch out girl, he's a strange bird
Shoot you down, he's a strange bird
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a strange bird
I Wish Lunch Could Last Forever
I Wish Lunch Could Last Forever
I WISH LUNCH COULD LAST FOREVERJimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver
The place down the block, the one
with no clock
Covert rendezvous with you at the
usual time
I savor the scent of the fish on
the grill
Life's so spicy up on bar-b-q-hill
Lookin' good, you look so fine
Waiter bring us one more bottle of wine
CHORUS
I wish lunch could last forever
Make the whole day one big afternoon
We'll begin with dessert a little coconut tart
Mmmm tastes as sweet as a piece of your heart
Cafe au lait beneath the Paris moon
Don't hide you eyes just wear your disguise
Brazil's in the air I swear it feels like Mardi Gras time
I savor the scent love that Anik Goutal
As we walk in time to the cathedral bell
Repeat Chorus
I wish lunch could last forever
Make the whole day a first time love affair
We'll begin with a kiss, such a warm place to start
Let me into your life, let me into your heart
Mea culpa mea culpa carnival's in the air
The Pascagoula Run
The Pascagoula Run
PASCAGOULA RUNJimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver
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
Mermaid in the Night
Mermaid in the Night
MERMAID IN THE NIGHTJay Oliver/Roger Guth
I went out fishing on a sandy beach
Cast my line out as far as it would reach
Looking for something from the frying pan
I kick back with a beer in my hand
I must've got a big one cause it's bending my pole
I'm having to fight just to keep my hold
It could be a whale (oh) God only knows
Whatever it is it's not wearing any clothes
CHORUS
She's larger than life
Made from holy water
She's covered in green
She's got little scales upon her
She's larger than life
She's a mermaid in the night
She's got a set of gills, like no fish I've ever seen
Long blonde hair and a tail in between
I'm in love with a creature from the sea
And she's bringin' out the crustacean in me
Her voice is a temptation it's a siren song
When we kiss there could be no wrong
I ask her to marry me, to be my wife
And we could do the backstroke for the rest of our lives
Repeat Chorus
She's larger than life
Made from holy water
She's covered in green
She's got little scales upon her
She's larger than life
She's a mermaid in the night
Changing Channels
Changing Channels
CHANGING CHANNELSJimmy Buffett and Mac McAnally
Girl of a thousand faces
From a long line of basket cases
Daughter of a fortune teller
Oh the lovely Isabella
CHORUS
She's changing channels
Stayin' on her toes
She's just changin' channels
As she goes
This place is full of beachhead sailors
Fisherman and old retailers
Simple lives are so deep seated
and history always gets repeated
Some folks see a birds eye view
Others haven't got a clue
Some will go and some will stay
It doesn't matter anyway
CHORUS
They are changin' channels
Crazy girls and boys
They'll be changin' channels
Changin' toys
Survivors of tidal waves
children of former slaves
don't it that they behave
Like it's another world
There's an island in the ocean
Where the people stay in motion
Somewhere on the old gulf stream
Do they live or did I dream
CHORUS
They were changin' channels
Waitin' for their sails to fill
They were changin' channels
Always will
They'll be changin' channels
Waitin' for their sails to fill
They'll be changing channels
Always will
Homemade Music
Homemade Music
HOMEMADE MUSICJimmy Buffett, Mike Utley & Russell Kunkell
I ain't no video king
I still have to sing
For my supper each night
You stand on the benches
I play in the trenches
Beneath the big spotlights
Lived in a suitcase for half of my years
I got strange little voices that live in my ears
Hall monster, mall monster
I can't be the old me no more
Chorus
Homemade music down in the passion pits
Homemade music lots o grits but no hits
Homemade music is part of my philosophy
Oh cookin' is a pleasure
And singin' is a treasure
That most dont' find
There aint' no harm in tellin'
I like to eat my melon right
Down to the rind
I had a hippy girlfriend when I was a kid
She died and went to the suburbs most of them did
Where did all the wild ones go
Chorus
Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music searchin' high and low
Homemade music where did all the good songs go
Instrumental
First there were records, then cassettes and CDs
Managers, lawyers, then came the Japanese
But homemade music still makes a lot of sense to me
Homemade music is funky and nice
Homemade music sits on very thin ice
But homemade music is part of my philosophy
Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music searchin' high and how
Homemade music where did all the good songs go
Baby's Gone Shoppin'
Baby's Gone Shoppin'
Baby's Gone Shoppin'
There are ten pictures of Marilyn Monroe in my studio and I always fantasize while I'm singing about being a chauffeur in the car as Marilyn hits the stores on Madison Avenue and then she asks me to go to Mexico with her.
Baby's gone shoppin' she's looking around
She's checkin' out the clothes on the boys in town
Pick up this drop off that
Stares at her pictures from the Fotomat
Oh she likes what she sees
But she's afraid of what she needs
She should be here with me
She should be here with me
But I don't make it easy, I'm no day at the beach
Just an old road dog gettin' harder to teach
Hang on this planet, hang on each twirl
Scatter my belongin's all over this world
I get more wrapped up each day
She's lookin' further away
She should be here with me
She should be here with me
I'm no good at conversation (No good)
I don't want a proclamation (Oh, no, no)
I just think that we could use
A little face-to-face communication
Ow!
I've been thinkin', thinkin' this through
It's time to stop all this selfishness both me and you
I'll stop from here, you stop from there
We'll meet somewhere in the middle darlin' I don't care
I don't want no more heartaches it's time to put on the brakes
She should be here with me
I don't want no more heartaches it's time to slam on 'em brakes
She should be here with me
Baby's gone shoppin', she should be here with me
No more bar hoppin', she should be here with me
Now, I don't know but I've been told
That city livin' is awfully cold
She should be right here, here with me (he should be...)
Brrrrrr... (...here with me)
Baby's gone shoppin', she should be here with me (he should be...)
(...here with me)
No more bar, no more bar, no more bar hoppin'
Should be here with me (he should be here with me)
She should be here with me
She should be here with me (he should be...)
(...here with me)
No more bar, no more bar, no more bar hoppin'
Should be here with me (he should be here with me)
She should be here with me (gone shoppin')
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-baby's gone shoppin' (gone shoppin')
She should be here with me
She should be here with me (gone shoppin', he should be...)
She should be here with me (he should be here with me)
She should be here with me (gone shoppin', he should be here!)
Bring Back the Magic
Bring Back the Magic
BRING BACK THE MAGICJimmy Buffett and Will Jennings
Chorus
Nothing can tear you apart
If you keep living straight from the heart
Though you know that you're gonna hurt some
The magic will come
If you keep living straight from the heart
you will know when to stop and to start
Once you see that no one really wins
Then the magic begins
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Beachcombers ride oh children lost in the tide
Time's never at their command
Waves melt all castles of sand
Melts all castles of sand
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Red sky at night such a sailor's delight
Red sky at dawn oh gypsy song's comin' on
Gypsy song comin' on
Song comin' on
Chorus
Nothing can tear you apart
If you keep living straight from the heart
Though you know that you're gonna hurt some
The magic will come
If you keep living straight from the heart
You will know when to start and to stop
Once you see that no one really wins
Then the magic begins
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
My Barracuda
My Barracuda
MY BARRACUDAJimmy Buffett/Michael Utley/Russell Kunkel/Steve Cropper
Well I saw this couple
Just the other day
Livin' under a bridge
In a homeless way
Like a million others
All over this land
Livin' day to day
Without a master plan
In this unforgiving world
There ain't no doubt
It will chew you up
And it will spit you out
She calls him barracuda
My barracuda
She used to work in the circus
A real high wire act
He was a lion tamer
Up until the attack
He came without instructions
Then he came unglued
Now he's just a monster
in a human suit
She calls him barracuda
My barracuda
She still can't figure out
What she's doin' down here
Ans she don't know
If he loves her or not
He may be a barracuda
But he's the only lover she's got
Barracuda
Prince of Tides
Prince of Tides
PRINCE OF TIDESJimmy Buffett/Michael Utley
African drums are silent and the Wingos
are poets at last
Out on Dafuskie Island, the bulldozers
bury the past
And the low country sinks, she cannot swim
the dogwood feels the hurt
While the foursome plays on borrowed days in
their alligator shirts
Chorus
Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothing left to see
One night they put a price on the sunset and that
got the whole earth shakin'
Those rose from the grave both the weak and the brave
'cause history was there for the makin'
And the winos surrounded the condos forming
a frail human fence
And they shouted out loud to the roar of the crowd
"Same old story, more dollars than sense"
Chorus
Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothing left to see
Paperback novels make young girls dream and
Judy's spending quieter days in the stream
With Giovinno, Goodman, Phil and Mac D, they were
such good friends to me
Chorus
Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothing left to see
Heaven knows but God decides
When to kill the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothing left to see
Nothing left to see
And beach music beach music beach music
just plays on
Pre-You
Pre-You
PRE-YOUJimmy Buffett/Ralph MacDonald/William Salter
Mysterious lost weekend in a land
where time stands still
Where people fall in love again
just for one more thrill
My girl and I went walking
by the Caribbean sea
Someone snorkeled by raised her head up high
And my girl said who's she?
Chorus
Pre you a friend of mine who's old not new
Pre you she's just another girl that I once knew
A pleasant smile a pretty face
Another time another place
Pre you what's a guy supposed to do?
We'll blame it on the weather
and the stars that shine above
For bringing us together and
filling us with love
So don't you fret my lady,
'cause what we have is strong
Let her swim away
out into the bay
your place is here with me
Chorus
She's pre you just a friend
so don't be blue
Pre you she's only yesterday
just passing through
Another page in history
a stepping stone for you and me
Pre you what's a guy supposed to do?
Instrumental
Long ago we were close but the fire went out
She's a tease can't you tell
that's what she's all about
Like an old broken clock on the wall
she's got nothing to say
She was long ago she's so yesterday
Chorus
She's pre you just a friend
so don't be blue
Pre you she's only yesterday
just passing through
Another page in history
a stepping stone for you and me
Pre you what's a guy supposed to do?
King of Somewhere Hot
King of Somewhere Hot
King of Somewhere HotJimmy Buffett, Ralph MacDonald, Wm. Salter & Robert. Greenidge
I've traveled all around the world
And there are places that still stand out to me
But nowhere else can quite compare
To my island in the sea
My personal utopia a place to run to
Where I can hide away
Where I can truly reign supreme
somewhere fresh and clean
Where a man can dream
Chorus
I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Don't cha know)
I'm king like every man should be
I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Way to go)
Where the music in my soul
makes me start to lose control
I could melt right on the spot
I'm king of somewhere hot
Someday I hope to find my queen
I know she'll come my way
I'll give her all my love
It's not a complicated thing
just a place where I can swing
Where a man can be a king
Chorus
I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Don't cha know)
I'm king like every man should be
I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Way to go)
O don't care how hard you look
you won't find me in the book
I could melt right on the spot
I'm the king of somewhere hot
Great Heart
Great Heart
GREAT HEARTJohnny Clegg
This world is full of strange behavior
Every man has to be his own savior
I know I can make it on my own if I try
But I'm searchin' for a great heart
To stand me by
Underneath the African sky
A great heart to stand me by
Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and keep me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
Sometimes I feel that you barely know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
There's a highway of stars across the heavens
There's a whispering song of the wind in the grass
There's a rolling thunder across the savannah
A hope and a dream at the edge of the sky
And your life is the story of the wind
Your life is a story like the wind
Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
sometimes I feel that you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
(Chant)
Repeat Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
Guk a 'mzimba (body grow old)
Sala 'nhliziyo (but heart remain behind)
Smart Woman (In a Real Short Skirt)
Smart Woman (In a Real Short Skirt)
SMART WOMAN (IN A REAL SHORT SKIRT)Jimmy Buffett and Marshall Chapman
Bimbo limbo is where I've been
I know you know that it's wearing me thin
The times are changin' and it's about time
I'm rearranging all the guilt in my mind
Chorus
I'm looking for a smart woman
in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me homw
Take me home
I'm not your macho kind of guy
But I can be so when I'm feeling shy
Hey baby where'd you get your good looks
Ooh babe I want to carry your books
Chorus
I'm looking for a smart woman
in a real short skirt
Smart woman show knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home
Beauty and brains (beauty and brains)
Best of both worlds (best of both worlds)
Think I can change
If you'll be my be my be my girl
Chorus
I'm looking for a smart woman
in a real short skirt
Smart woman sho knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home
L'Air de la Louisiane
L'Air de la Louisiane
L'AIR DE LA LOUISIANEJesse Winchester
Promenade dans un bois la vielle Louisiane
Les ombres lougnes nos pas silents
l'air de la Louisiane
Toi et moi ne parlant pas
en sucant d'la canne
Pour un instant je suis content en
l'air de la Louisiane
Pour un instant je suis content en
l'air de la Louisiane
English Lyric
A walk in the woods of old Louisiana
the shadows are long
Our steps are silent in the Louisiana air
You and I say nothing as we suck sugar cane
For one minute I'm happy in the Louisiana air
That's What Living Is to Me
That's What Living Is to Me
THAT'S WHAT LIVING IS TO MEJimmy Buffett
Jason Mason hears the sound
The whistle blows in Congotown
And the mail boat's in mail boat's in
It brings him things from oh so far
Old magazines and Snickers Bars
A simple man a simple land
The world's too big to understand
Chorus
Be good and you will be lonesome
Be lonesome and you will be free
Live a lie and you will live to regret it
That's what living is to me
That's what living is to me
On a timeless beach in Hispaniola
A young girl sips a diet cola
She's worlds apart worlds apart
The spirit of the black king still
Reverberates through Haitian hills
He rules the sea and all the fish
What if he had a TV dish
Chorus
Now in the far off regions
the foreign legion
Keeps the thieves and the
predators at bay
While closer to home
some bad boys still roam
The streets aren't safe so give it
One more day, one more day
The stories from my favorite books
Still take on many different looks
And I'm gone again, home again
The time has come the walrus said
And little oysters hide their head
My twain of thought is loosely bound
I guess it's time to mark this down.
I Love the Now
I Love the Now
I LOVE THE NOWJimmy Buffett & Carrie Fisher
It's the reason for livin'
That's what I'm givin'
I don't need a history lesson
To tell my why
I mean I'm in no hurry
To hustle and scurry
There's so much to see
And life ain't gonna
Pass me by
Tomorrow's right around the corner
I'll get there somehow
But I'm stuck in meantime
And I Love The Now
CHORUS
I Love The Now
(All the faces and places)
I Love The Now
(All the rats and the races)
It's the only place I've evr been
It's the only way that I know how
Don't talk about your superstitions
Don't talk about your cats meow
But don't talk about tomorrow tonight
I Love The Now
It's true we've got problems
How do we solve them
Better break out your thinkin'cap
And your old dunce cone
Searchin for answers like interpretive dancers
She asks me for reasons
Then tells me to wait for the tone
The whole damn world's gone crazy
The moon is jumping over the cow
How can you help
But not love the now
CHORUS
I Love The Now
(All the ranting and raving)
I Love The Now
(All the cussin' and cravin')
It's the only mess I've ever seen
It's the only place where I know how
Don't talk about your futuristic
don't talk about your "thee's" and "thou's"
Don't talk about tomorrow tonight
I Love The Now
INSTRUMENTAL
Sittin' on g
Waitin' on o
I'm exactly where
I want to go
CHORUS
I Love The Now
(All the pain and the pleasure)
I love the now
(All the blood and the treasure)
It's the only circus that I know
It's the only ring where I'm allowed
Talk about a standing ovation
Everybody take a bow
But don't talk about tomorrow tonight
I Love The Now
Creola
Creola
CREOLAJimmy Buffett, Ralph McDonald & William Salter
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
First Look
First Look
FIRST LOOKJimmy Buffett
Fun tickets in my pocket, visions in my brain
Grandfather always told me if I went down
I might never come back again
I studied the language tapes
And I read all the books
Still nothing prepared me for my
Very First Look
(CHORUS 1)
It was my First Look
Baby that's all it took
Was my First Look
Around
I think I want to go flyin'
But I don't want to leave the ground
So I'll just cruise on my landing gear
And taxi round Rio town
Up to the mountain, down to the sea
Take me to Leblon where the samba queen
Waits for me
(CHORUS 2)
It was my First Look
That's when I swallowed the hook
On my First Look
Around
Amora premiera vista
Voce no kier queo insisto
Amora premiera vista
Reacion quimica
Amora premiera vista
Voca no kier queo insista
Amora premiera vista
Reacion quimica
(INSTRUMENTAL VERSE)
Six days later I was felling like a missing link
When my friends told me hey Jimmy
It must have been the hoodlum drink
Now it's time for siestas
And a belly full of rice and beans
And figure if I'm brave enough
To repeat the whole crazy scene
(CHORUS 3)
On my First Look
That's when I swallowed the hook
On my First Look around
Amora premiera vista
Voce no kier queo insista
Amora premiera vista
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Meet Me in Memphis
Meet Me in Memphis
MEET ME IN MEMPHISJimmy Buffett & Mike Utley
He's hold up down on Ramrod Key in the Tavernier Hotel
Livin' out his loneliness like an oyster in a shell
By days he pulls the trap lines
By night he lives alone
Don't really feel like company it's just him and his fridge
And his phone
(CHORUS)
Meet Me In Memphis that's where I'll be
I'm by the river please come back to me
Meet Me In Memphis my wild days are through
And nothin' replaces me next to you
He's been there since she ran away
She said, "She needs some space"
Occasionally she still calls collect
From some god forsaken place
Then one day a letter came
Postmarked Tennessee
And the envelope scent
And the postage spent
Well it lit up her old memory
(CHORUS)
Meet Me In Memphis that's what she said
Too much for a letter please come here instead
Meet Me In Memphis my wild days are through
Still nothing replaces me next to you
(INSTRUMENTAL)
I know she could break my heart again
But I'm gonna play and I'm gonna win
Where Otis would play
Da da da dock of the bay
Meet Me In Memphis that's where I'll be
I'm by the river you're by the sea
(Oh please) Meet Me in Memphis my wild days are through
Still nothing replaces me next to you.
Nobody Speaks to the Captain No More
Nobody Speaks to the Captain No More
Nobody Speaks to the Captain No More
He was a fugitive with a pseudo name
Lost his mind in a hurricane
Coconut upside his head
People said he'd be better dead
Cause his glory days are gone
Sits on the shore with his saxophone
and plays
In another place, in another time
He was a soldier in his prime
On the battlefield, makin' history
Young men died for his destiny
And their widows came each day
Till he was forced to run away
From home
So he bought a town, but he sold the sea
Claimed a shallow victory
On an iron ship, with a wooden crew
They hit the reef when the moon was new
Now he cries himself to sleep
On a beach made of promises he meant to keep
Long ago
Nobody Speaks To The Captain No More
Nobody talks about the war
Hey what the hell were we fighting for
Such a long long time ago
And now the monkeys and the iguanas
They listen to his song
A most uncaptive audience
He plays to all night long
So the story goes, he was dressed to kill
When he jumped from the old mahogany mill
And the jungle beasts, they were heard to wail
As the saxophone still played the scale
For a man they never know who looked like me and you
Long ago
Nobody Speaks To The Captain No More
No one is interested in settling old scores
Hey what the hell were we fighting for
Such a long, long time ago
Nobody Speaks to The Captain No More
No one is interested in settling old scores
Hey what the hell were we fighting for
Such a long time ago.
Floridays
Floridays
FLORIDAYSJimmy Buffett
(for Don Blanding, Wobby Weimer & "Groovula")
I come from where the rivers meet the sea
That's part of why I'm so wild and fancy free
I was early into crazy ways
My folks said, "It's just a phase"
They were hoping for better days
Now in my line of work I seem to see a lot more than most
Write 'em down, pass 'em around
It's the gospel from the coast
Reflections, not just replays
Takin' time to escape the maze
Lookin' for better days
I spent a year of my life one night
On the beaches in old Beirut
Seems that all they're aimin' for there
Is to hang around and shoot
Each others' lives away
Bloody winds on a distant bay
they're lookin' for better days
Looking to the left, looking to the right
Looking to the stars to shed some light
Hoping for a breath, hoping for break
Hopin' for the give without the take
The dreamers line the state road
Just to watch the runway show
Slouched behind their steering wheels
They just watch the big jets go
Streakin' through the morning haze
Focal point of a distant gaze
Lookin' for better days
(INSTRUMENTAL)
Pale invaders and tanned crusaders
Are worshipping the sun
On the corner of "walk" and "don't walk"
Somewhere on US 1
I'm back to livin' Floridays
Blue skies and ultra-violet rays
Lookin' for better days
I'm back to livin' Floridays
Blue skies and ultra-violet rays
Lookin' for better days, lookin' for better days
Lookin' for Floridays
Better days, better days
Everybody's lookin' for better days
Somewhere beneath the shining star
Better days, won't you take me to better days
Better days, I sure could use a few better days
Floridays
If It All Falls Down
If It All Falls Down
IF IT ALL FALLS DOWNMatt Betton
I never wanted to be
A man of mystery
My life's an open book
by James Joyce and Agatha Christie
Sometimes I get confused
Somewhere around page two
I live the perfect crime
And crime pays more than it used to
They're checkin' the evidence
May be come charges pressed
The only one they got me on
is some misdemeanor craziness
(CHORUS)
If It All Falls Down falls down falls down
If they solve my life if they find me out
Never thought to keep all I have found
I hae had my fun If It All Falls Down
If It All Falls Down falls down falls down
I hve had my fund I have bought a few rounds
And been out on the town way out on the town
Way way way out If It All Falls Down
Never wanted to be
A part of history
I have my days in the sun
A beach bum a man for all sea sides
Guidance counselor said
Your scores are anti-heroic
Computer recommends
Hard-drinking calypso poet
Studied life at sea
Studied life in bars
Never passed my S.A.T.'s
So I thought I'd study extra hard
(CHROUS)
If It All Falls Down falls down falls down
I have learned my trade from the inside out
I can strum real hard I can play real loud
I can charm a crowd If It All Falls Down
If It all Falls Down falls down falls down
I can warm a crowd I can make them shout
I can juggle verbs adverbs and nouns
I can make them dance till they all fall down
We had plenty of doctors
We had plenty of lawyers
We had people to make us things
We had people to sell us those things
We didn't have enough room for those things
We build lots of self storage
Calypso poet shortage
Calypso poet shortage
If It All Falls Down falls down falls down
I'll have filled that void from city to town
I'll have spent my money and taken my bows
I'll have had my fun If It All Falls Down
If It All Falls Down falls down falls down
If they solve my life if they find me out
Never thought to keep all I have found
I have had my fun If It All Falls Down
If It All Falls Down falls down falls down
I can charm a crowd till they snake danced round
With calypso beat down island sound
I can make them dance till they all fall down
If It All Falls Down falls down falls down
I can charm a crowd I can make them shout
I can juggle verbs adverbs and nouns
I can make them dance till they all fall down
No Plane on Sunday
No Plane on Sunday
NO PLANE ON SUNDAYJimmy Buffett and Michael Utley
You can throw your luggage down
Lose your cool and stamp around
But there's nothin, nothin you can do
Wipe away your girlfriend's tears
Go to the bar and have some beers
There ain't no way the bird's gettin through
(CHORUS)
No plane on Sunday
Maybe be one come Monday
Just a hopeless situation
Make the best of it's all you can do
till they get through
Overheard the engineer
Say somethin' 'bout the landing gear
Now we're runnin' strictly on island time
I know you got someone back home
So do I it's tough alone
Awh come on, it's just a minor crime
(CHORUS)
No plane on Sunday
Check it again come Monday
Just a hopeless situation
Make the best of it's 'bout all you can do
Baby it's true
We shouldn't spend these precious hours tryin' to figure this out
We don't know where the story ends
Let's don't go back to just being friends
(INSTRUMENTAL)
So they went walkin' on the beach
Quarter moon within their reach
So they stole it and tucked it in their hearts
That's when they heard the engines hum
And realized the dawn had come
It was over, over from the start
(CHORUS)
No plane on Sunday
Just another lonely Monday
Awh make the best of a bad situation's
'Bout all you can do
Baby it's true
Oh-oh-oh-oh baby it's true
Oh-oh-oh-oh baby what's new
Oh-oh-oh-oh baby what's new
When the Coast Is Clear
When the Coast Is Clear
WHEN THE COAST IS CLEARJimmy Buffett & Mac MacAnally
(for Emery Clark, who paints it better than I can say it)
They're closin' down the hangout
The air is turnin' cool
They'r shuttin' off the "superslide"
The kids are back in school
The tourist traps are empty
Vacancy abounds
Almost like it used to be
Before the circus came to town
(CHORUS)
That's when it always happens
Same time every year
I come down to talk to me
When the coast is clear
Hello mister other me
It's been a long time
We hardly get to have these chats
That in itself's a crime
So tell me all your troubles
I'll surely tell you mine
We'll laugh and smoke and cuss and joke
And have a glass of wine
(CHORUS)
That's where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear
(INSTRUMENTAL)
It's the only place he knows
Where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear
You'll Never Work Is Dis Bidness Again
You'll Never Work Is Dis Bidness Again
YOU'LL NEVER WORK IN DIS BIDNESS AGAINJimmy Buffett, Michael Utley, Vince Melamed, Josh Leo, Willie Weeks and Matt Betton
(For all of those who have dared to try, made it and lived to tell about it.)
He told it to the monkeys and they didn't talk back
Then he told the old iguana and he didn't attack
They told me before I started
That it never ever would work out
Stay in school, don't be a fool
But I had to see what life is about
So I went to Biloxi seeking fortune and fame
I got hired, I got fired, I got called dirty names
You'll never never work in dis bidness again
No you'll never, no never
Never work in dis bidness again
I knew I needed representation
and I found it one night in a bar
He was a bondsman and a part time agent
And he said that he would make me a star
He said, "You don't have to be that good
To make it out in Hollywood
You just have to change and complain."
Or you'll never, never work in dis bidness again
You'll never, no, never, never work in dis bidness again.
(INSTRUMENTAL)
I parked cars at the Rainbow
I sold maps of the stars
I got my nose broken in Spago's
When I puked on the bar
All I played is a double barmitzvah
Bubba played a double bar mitzvah
It's a jungle out there
We love it
Hell, I don't care
I'm going back to my predator friends
I will never, never work in dis bidness again
No, I'll never, no never, never work in this bidness again
You'll never, never work in this bidness again.
Cheeseburger In Paradise
Cheeseburger In Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
He Went To Paris
He Went To Paris
HE WENT TO PARISJimmy Buffett
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
Fins
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
SON OF A SON OF A SAILORJimmy Buffett
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.
And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.
But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
A Pirate Looks At Forty
A Pirate Looks At Forty
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTYJimmy Buffett
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
Instrumental
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.
Margaritaville
Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
Come Monday
Come Monday
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
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
Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
Pencil Thin Mustache
Pencil Thin Mustache
PENCIL-THIN MUSTACHEJimmy Buffett
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.
Grapefruit Juicy Fruit
Grapefruit Juicy Fruit
GRAPEFRUIT-JUICY FRUITJimmy Buffett
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
Chuggin' down 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
Boat Drinks
Boat Drinks
BOAT DRINKSJimmy Buffett
Boat drinks. Boys in the band ordered boat drinks.
Visitors just scored on the home rink.
Everything seems to be wrong.
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap airfare.
I've got to fly to Saint Somewhere.
I'm close to bodily harm.
Chorus
Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on.
Nobody cares; they are way too far gone,
screamin' "Boat drinks," somethin'
to keep them all warm.
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer.
I think I got cabin fever.
Somebody sound the alarm.
I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow.
Could you beam me somewhere, Mister Scott?
Any old place here on Earth or in space.
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot.
I know I should be leaving this climate.
I got a verse but can't rhyme it.
I gotta go where it's warm.
Boat drinks.
Waitress, I need two more boat drinks.
Then I'm headin south 'fore my dream shrinks.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where there ain't any snow,
where there ain't any blow,
'cause my fin sinks so low.
I gotta go where it's warm.
Volcano
Volcano
VOLCANOJimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey
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.
Why Don't we Get Drunk
Why Don't we Get Drunk
WHY DON'T WE GET DRUNKJimmy Buffett
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
Frank and Lola
Frank and Lola
FRANK AND LOLAJimmy Buffett & Steve Goodman
Lola loves Frank, Frankie loves Lola
On their second honeymoon in Pensacola
Tryin' to find a little privacy, oh me
There'd been too much screamin', fussin' and fightin'
The doggies were yellin', the children were bitin'
Frank and Lola tryin' to get together again
So he took her to this movie called "Body Heat"
She said, "The Junior Mints were mushy and the sex was neat.
Oh my, Frankie weren't we better than that before our spat."
Frankie told Lola, "Honey, can't you see that I'll jump start you if
you'll kick start me."
Frankie and Lola, tryin' to get together again.
So they strolled along the highway, they walked along the beach
They stopped at several raw bars where they slurped a dozen each
Bought a bunch of popcorn from the fat man on the dock
Baby, turn back the pages, turn round the clock.
Lola told Frank, "Time we put it to the test."
After Frankie told Lola she was stil the best
They fell asleep in the sand underneath the Florida moon in June.
Lola counted rainbows, Frankie counted sheep
Til they almost got run over by the lifeguards' jeep
Frank and Lola tryin' to get together again.
Go, Frank, go
Lola, lo
Go Frank, go, wow
So they strolled along the highway, they walked along the beach
Stopped at several raw bars where they slurped a dozen each
Bought a bunch of popcorn from the fat man on the dock
Baby turn back the pages, turn 'round the clock.
Lola loves Frank, Frankie loves Lola
On their second honeymoon in Pensacola
Trying to find a little priva
Trying to find a little priva
Trying to find a little privacy
Go, Frank, go
Lola, lo
Go, Mango
Perfect Partner
Perfect Partner
THE PERFECT PARTNERMarshall Chapman
Look over here there's a girl
Iv'e never seen her before
Her eyes are looking straight at you
Across the crowded dance floor
Ooh she's smiling
What a beautiful sight
I got a funny feeling
She's gonna dance with you tonight
She could be the perfect partner
She can take it in her stride
She won't try to lead or follow
The perfect partner by your side
You've got to take a chance
You got to let somebody move you
It can happen at a dance
When there's a rhythm you can groove to
Ooh here she comes ya'll
She's coming straight to me
She's gonna ask me if I want to dance
I'll just have to wait and see
She could be the perfect partner
She can take it in her stride
She won't try to lead or follow
The perfect partner by my side
The worse that can happen
Is she steps on you toes
But til you take that first step with her
How will you know
That she could be the perfect partner
She can take it in her stride
She won't try to lead or follow
The perfect partner by my side.
Please Bypass This Heart
Please Bypass This Heart
PLEASE BYPASS THIS HEARTJimmy Buffett, Will Jennings & Mike Utley
Everyday I read about these operations
That make a heart that's weak so strong again
I relate it to my own situation
And now I know just what to say to you.
Please bypass this heart
Until I'm well again
Let's not even start to fall where we fell again
The cheating was sweet but my heart is beat
Don't tear it apart
Please bypass this heart
Please bypass this heart
In simpler times I didn't need a lot of healing
My heart was young and strong and worked just fine
But now you've shown me there's a hurting side of feeling
There's just one cure and here's what you must do
Please bypass this heart.
Gypsies in the Palace
Gypsies in the Palace
GYPSIES IN THE PALACEJimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey & Will Jennings
So long Boss, knock 'em dead, don't worry 'bout a thing
Wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing
The limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone,
Me and Snake will watch your place and treat it like our own
Look at all this liquor
Look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste
We're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in his closet, I swear he wouldn't mind
Hell, we''ll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no fight
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
There's damsels in distress out there and we got all this beer
We'll free them from their condos and bring them over here
We'll show them his gold records
We'll play his music loud
We'll party just like Bubba does
We'll do the old man proud
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and we're going wild tonight.
He's the greatest guy to work for, man, he's really cool
Hey Snake, this party's getting dull, throw someone in the pool
Hey, let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line
Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake, we need more wine
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace and we're raising hell tonight, hey
Oh, hi there Boss, what's goin' on?
You say you're coming when?
I'll send Snake to pick you tomorrow night at ten, okay
Everybody out of here, the show is closing down
We've got to find someone to clean this up,
He's coming back to town
Hi there boss, we waxed your car, we raked and mowed
your lawn
We couldn't find enough to do in the short time you
were gone
Man it sure is peaceful here, you really got it all
If you ever hit the road again, give me and Snake
a call
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume
the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
Hello?
Hey, Jimmy, it's Glenn
Glenn, How ya' doing?
Fine man, I'm going on the road, do you know anyone who
could house sit for me?
I got these two great guys that look after my place man,
they're the best.
Desperation Samba (Halloween in Tijuana)
Desperation Samba (Halloween in Tijuana)
DESPERATION SAMBA (HALLOWEEN IN TIAJUANA)Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Timothy B.Schmidt
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
Last Mango in Paris
Last Mango in Paris
LAST MANGO IN PARISJimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
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.
Jolly Mon Sing
Jolly Mon Sing
JOLLY MONJimmy Buffett, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
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
Beyond the End
Beyond the End
BEYOND THE ENDJimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings
Mayan moon was burning
We saw visions
Of the past returning
On the shore
The band was playing
We all heard
What the moon was saying
The world keeps closing in
It has before
It will again
A voice beyond the wind
Says we must go
Beyond the end
So follow
Beyond the end
A sea of friends are singing
Vaya con dios
Mis amigos
We take their hopes and feelings
To some new world
We'll be revealing
Old worlds keep closing in
They have before
They will again
Voices call
Beyond the wind
Say we must go
Beyond the end
And follow
Beyond the end
Everybody's on the Run
Everybody's on the Run
EVERYBODY'S ON THE RUNJimmy Buffett, M. Chapman, W.Jennings & Mike Utley
First time I ran
Was to the end of the block
I didn't know then
That it never would stop
Mow I look around
And what do I see
More and more people
Running faster then me
These days
Everybody's on the run
When I fell in love
For the very first time
I couldn't keep up
With that girl of mine
On a mighty fast track
She ran like the wind
And she never looked back
These days
Everybody's on the run
Now I've been to England
And I've been to France
I've learned to love oysters
And I know how to dance
Someday I'll die
And come back again
As some little boy
Just running to win
These days
Everybody's on the run
Look in the mirror
And what do I see
The gypsy and fool that I always will be
These days
Everybody's on the run
These days
Everybody's on the run
If the Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me
If the Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me
IF THE PHONE DOESN'T RING, IT'S MEJimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Michael Utley
There are oceans of feelings between us
Currents that take us and sweep us away
That's why we seldom have seen us
In the light of a cold hard day
Lots of new friends with the same old answers
Open your eyes, you might see
Of our lives were that simple
We'd live in the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
If the phone doesn't ring
You'll know that it's me
I'll be out in the eye of the storm
If the phone doesn't ring
you'll know that I'll be
Where someone can make me feel warm
It's too bad we can't turn
and live in the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
I've had good days and bad days
And going half mad days
I try to let go but you're still on my mind
I've lost all the old ways
I'm searching for new plays
Putting it all on the line
Lots of new friends with the same old problems
Open your eyes, you might see
If our lives were that simple
We'd live in the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
If it takes all the future
We'll live through the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
Who's the Blonde Stranger?
Who's the Blonde Stranger?
WHO'S THE BLONDE STRANGER?Nothing like this way out in west Texas
Galveston Bay is a whole other world
My wife's in her room getting over her sunburn
How would Louis Lamore get me next to that girl?
She tells me her tan is the same way all over
She asks me to dance and says, "Keep your boots on"
She never met a number one cowboy
We rolled in the sand and drank rum until dawn
Who's the blonde stranger"
Who entered my life"
Making me over on the moonlight
This side of Texas is all new to me
Who's the blonde stranger who lives by the sea?
I stayed up all night and for me that's the first time
Sneak in the room just as cool as I can
Pull back the sheets and the bed is all empty
Except for a note left by some guy named Dan
My head got all light and the room started spinning
I stepped outside just to get some fresh air
Out on a wave was my own darling Lola
And some pretty boy with bleach in his hair
Who's the blonde stranger out there with my wife?
What were they doing in the moonlight?
This side of Texas is all new to me
Who are these strangers who live by the sea?
Back on the ranch and everything's normal
Beach blanket bingo comes on the TV
We talk in our sleep and then the next morning
I ask her who's Dan and she asks who's Marie?
When the Wild Life Betrays Me
When the Wild Life Betrays Me
WHEN THE WILD LIFE BETRAYS MECan't believe I'm still here
With the morning so near
And last night so unclear
I see a trembling hand
And a cold wedding band
Wonder where do I stand?
When the wild life betrays me
And I'm too far from home
Will you be there to save me?
Will you shelter my heart til I'm strong?
Or will you just hang up the phone?
Will my crazy old lies
And my worn out disguise
Turn to tears in your eyes
What a fool I have been
There's no way I can win
Unless you take me back in
When the wild life betrays me
And I'm too far from home
Will you be there to save me?
Will you shelter my heart til I'm strong?
Or will you just hang up the phone?
Ragtop Day
Ragtop Day
RAGTOP DAYThe five o'clock Friday blows
I let it go
I got to let it go
I put on my weekend clothes
Turn on the rock n' roll
Throw all our cares away
It's a ragtop day
It's a ragtop day
Classy little white and red turns everybody's head
My baby meets me at the Five and Dime
She's always right on time
We roll all our cares away
It's a ragtop day
It's a ragtop day
Cruise across the county line
A little dance and dine
A drive in picture show
And when the midnight's comin' down
We're headin' back to town
She lets her lovin' show
Feels like we're the only ones to see the morning sun
Sleepin' thru the afternoon and risin' with the moon
Oh don't the stars look bright
It's a ragtop day
It's a ragtop day
We'll throw all our cares away
I live for that ragtop day
She's Going Out of My Mind
She's Going Out of My Mind
SHE'S GOING OUT OF MY MINDI talk to her picture
And stare at the wall
And my friends come and offer their help
To my back they're afraid I'm losing it all
To my face they say I'm not myself
And they name all the doctors they think I should see
But they don't understand it's not me
Chorus
She's going out of my mind
And I'm showing all the signs
I thought that our love was one of a kind
Now she's going out of my mind
The place that I've kept her
Has suited her well
Though it's not where she wanted to be
And from up on that pedestal I couldn't tell
That she'd rather be down here with me
Now she just tells me how we can't relate
But she leaves out the part that I can't take
Chorus
There's a tear in her eye as they drive me away
And I turn to the doctors and say...
Bigger Than The Both of Us
Bigger Than The Both of Us
BIGGER THAN THE BOTH OF USThe moon's smiling over my shoulder
I know these same stars will shine when I'm older
So I'm keeping heaven on my mind
'Cause a good love is so hard to find
Chorus
And it's bigger than the both of us
Deeper than the sea
Tossing on the water riding destiny
Bigger than the both of us
Farther than the eye can see
We're dancing, our souls are dancing
Infinity
You know there's a million ways to fail
But I know this isn't just a fairy tale
It's a one in million paradise
And I know love is the light in your eyes
Chorus
Bigger than the both of us
Our souls are dancing
Bigger than the both of us
Our souls are dancing
Knees of My Heart
Knees of My Heart
KNEES OF MY HEARTI'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
Come to the Moon
Come to the Moon
COME TO THE MOONThere's a full earth tonight
And Mars is big and bright
And all our friends are flying in
It's such a lovely sight
Gravity never could hold me
That is what you always told me
So come to the moon
I hope to see you soon
Half a million miles isn't far to go
You know I need you so
So come to the moon
The starship's leaving soon
Until then I'm just wishing on every star
You will be here real soon
Come to the Moon
Those crazy martian days
We went our separate ways...
Time and space we'll find a place
to bring our lives in phase
We're lost amid the galaxies revolving
And we're all just a part of what's evolving
Evolving
So come to the moon
Love in Decline
Love in Decline
LOVE IN DECLINELeft one in the drizzling rain
Found one on the morning plane
Leaving out his well-known line
Bought her some gin - that did her in
Now they're making love behind the occupied sign
Chorus
Just a living example of love in decline
Looking so hard and so little time
Going ninety to nothing and flying stone blind
Just a living example of love in decline
Miami hotel disco bar
He asked if she's a movie star
Her eyes light and up - they're going far
No time for a room it happened to soon
Now they're making love in her rental car
Just a living example of love in decline
Burn That Bridge
Burn That Bridge
BURN THAT BRIDGEI'm not saying I'm scared of you
But your love is something new
When I hold you we're swaying in the wind
Of all the bridges I've ever crossed
High and lonesome and wild and lost
I feel this time I'll take it to the end
We don't care what the people may say
If there's a price it's the price we'll pay
Chorus
And we'll burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn it down
Burn it down
We've both done our share of runnin' around
Now we know enough to know the kind of love
we've found
It's the real thing and we've got to see it through
eI'm a singer and a sailor on a midnight sea
Oh captain come and take me on your fantasy
If we're crazy that ain't nothin' new
'Cause we don't care what the people may say
If there's a price it's the price we'll pay and
Chorus
Who knows how it started
Who knows it's ends
The point of no return is waiting
just around the bend
La Vie Dansante
La Vie Dansante
LA VIE DANSANTEThey can can come take it all away
Break your heart in the light of day
Drown your love in a distant bay
So lonely
See the ship heading for the rocks
See the time melting off the clocks
There's a light shattering all the locks
And saves me
It saves me
Chorus
That's why I wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes me just where I want
That's all I want La Vie Dansante
Why don't you wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes you just where you want
That's all you'll want La Vie Dansante
Miss the beat if you close your eyes
Every night wears a new disguise
And I live when a new surprise surrenders
Feel it all with a willing heart
Every stop is a place to start
If you know how to play the part with feeling
I play with feeling
Stars on the Water
Stars on the Water
STARS ON THE WATERRodney Crowell
Down in Louisiana bayous by and by
Perogue pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then the crowd starts rollin' in
Chorus:
(Pretty soon you got) stars on the water
(Just like) stars on the water
You got stars on the water, let it rain
Pole mine to Biloxi
Sea breeze at your door
Gypsy rains, dang hurricanes
White silver sandy shores
The "Blue Light" lounge is shinin'
Way out on the view
Chorus:
(It looks just like) stars on the water
(Just like) stars on the water
Looks like stars on the water, let it rain
When it's midnight down in Mobile
Shinin' moonbeams on the bay
They come from miles around to dance the jukebox down
And dig the good time sounds they all play
And all across the harbour
Night lights shinin' in
Chorus:
(It looks just like) stars on the water
(Just like) stars on the water
(Feels like) stars on the water, let it rain
I Used to Have Money One Time
I Used to Have Money One Time
USED TO HAVE MONEY ONE TIMEJimmy Buffett & Michael Utley
I had Cadillacs in my future
Debutantes in my past
I made a deal with the devil for a whole lot of money
Thinkin' it would last and last
But a fool and his money are bound to part
And what goes up must come down
So take my advice, don't trust the roll of the dice
Keep your feet on solid ground
Chorus:
I used to have money one time
Life of adventure and crime
I used to have money one time
Lots of women and wine
But who's gonna tell a fool? Who's gonna tell a fool?
Who's gonna tell a fool? That he ain't cool
Now thems were hard times back in the eighties bous
People barely had enough to get by
But oh not me foot loose and fancy free
There was nothing to myself I'd deny
So fellas listen to my story now
Though you have heard this tale befo'
Take care of your needs and watch out for your greeds
Or that wolf will be at your door
Chorus:
I used to have money one time
Life of adventure and crime
I used to have money one time
Now I ain't got a dime
But who's gonna be the fool? Who's gonna be the fool?
Who's gonna be the fool? It still ain't cool.
Who's gonna tell a fool? Who's gonna tell a fool?
Who's gonna tell a fool? It still ain't cool.
California Promises
California Promises
CALIFORNIA PROMISESSteve Goodman
Beneath the moonlit sky
Shadows walk beside the water
Sad goodbyes whisperd on the shore
Hear those wind chimes play
They serenade the shadow lovers
Sing and fade away
Like California promises
I will never love another
Wait for me 'til I return
But she never will
He waits for her beside the water
Faithful still to California promises.
One Particular Harbour
One Particular Harbour
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOURJimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE
Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea
Why You Wanna Hurt My Heart?
Why You Wanna Hurt My Heart?
'WHY YOU WANNA HURT MY HEARTArt Neville
Why you wanna hurt my heart?
Why you wanna hurt my heart?
When you know that I love you
Everybody else can see just how it ought to be
Everybody but you
Played your little game of deception
Soon there's gonna be a connection
When you're blue
I know it's just a cryin' shame
Nobody left to blame
Nobody but you
If I could turn back, if I could turn back the hands of time
I'd do you a favor, straighten out confusion in your mind
In your mind
Gonna see the voodoo lady
Before this thing drives me crazy
Learn what to do, do about you
Mix me up one of them potions, forget about my emotion
Forget about you
Why you wanna hurt my heart?
Why you wanna hurt my heart?
When you know that I love you
Everybody 'round us can see just how it outta be, everybody but you
Why you wanna hurt my heart?
Honey Do
Honey Do
HONEY DOJimmy Buffett & Mike Utley
You never try to keep the wild ones home
But mister don't just sit there and wait
Go out on the town makin' all of the rounds
It don't matter if you're your own date
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southerneese
Honey do, Honey, come and do me again
I've seen your fat cats style
Three hundred pounds of jive ass smile
Young girls gigglin' all the while
That's not my cup of chowder
I go for candlelight
Cold champagne nearly every night
Honey, do a little toast to me and you
Honey, why couldn't you have taken the non stop train
I'm hungry and I really want to see you again
I know it's gettin' late
Waiter keeps starin' at your empty plate
Maitre'd keeps tellin' me
"Sir, she's just not coming."
Now what the hell does Garcon know
We've been through all this before
Honey do, Honey, come and do me again
Honey, why couldn't you have taken the non stop train?
I'm hungry and I really want to see you again
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southerneese
Honey do, Honey come and do me again
Yeah, Honey do, Honey come and do me again.
We Are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
We Are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
WE ARE THE PEOPLE OUR PARENTS WARNED US ABOUTJimmy Buffett
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.
Twelve Volt Man
Twelve Volt Man
TWELVE VOLT MANJimmy Buffett
I never got a grip in penmanship
Could never make those small l's flow
Seldom found the trick to arithmetic
Three plus two be faux pas
But ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the South Seas
I never had the clout to knock one out
But hitting was the name of my game
Standing on third as the coaches conferred
So close to my first claim to fame
Just give me the steal sign
And I'll make home plate mine
And I just might turn some heads
Sometimes I may get a little drastic
Sometimes I just let my feelings show
Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic
Most times that's the way the story goes
Now I know this Joe down in Mexico
He went there to work on his tan
For years he's been plugged into blenders and songs
They call him the Twelve Volt Man
He don't need no charge card
Just give him a die-hard
And he'll make sparks fly round your head
Or just ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the South Seas
And I'll make sparks fly round your head
Round your head
In your head
In your head
Brown Eyed Girl
Brown Eyed Girl
BROWN EYED GIRLVan Morrison
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
Distantly in Love
Distantly in Love
DISTANTLY IN LOVEJimmy Buffett
Pay phones all were ringing as the crowd went roarin' by
Lovely dancers swaying to an island lullaby
Beside the southern ocean taking stock of what's to be
Writing you this letter that you'll probably never see
Chorus:
But I can't help but be
Ruled by inconsistency
Not unique just distantly in love
Tried to phone from Paris thinking
Things could be arranged
Me and you could rendezvous
But I found your number changed
So I drove to San Remo where
The crazy painter dwells
And toasted our old photographs
Still up there on his shelf
But I can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love
I can't be the one to fill
Your times and all your places
I can't be the one to fill
Your blanks and empty spaces
I heard it from a friend of ours
I saw in Timber Bay
That you had a new lover who had
Stolen you away
That could be be the reason that
I never got in touch
And may present slight problems
If he loves you half as much
Chorus
As I who can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love
You know I can't help but be
Part of my own philosophy
Not unique just distantly in love
Livin' It Up
Livin' It Up
LIVIN' IT UPJimmy Buffett, Josh Leo & J.D. Souther
He took one last look
Tossed that address book
His odyssey had begun
No time to see sights
Ran all the red lights
Burned all his bridges
Now it's love on the run
Chorus:
Livin' it up
Is takin' all of his time
But he ain't givin' it up
It suits his temperament fine
Up on the bandstand, plays for a few fans
Workin' for minimum wage
He sees her lookin', his brain is cookin'
She takes her seat of the foot of the stage
Chorus:
Livin' it up
It's takin' all of his time
But he ain't givin' it up
It suits his temperament fine
Yeah he loves livin' it up
And takin' all of hes time
But he ain't givin' it up
It never crosses his mind
Didn't say much, had a soft touch
Knew what felt good in her man
He was the same way, they split the next day
Sang all the way through the Yucatan
Chorus:
Livin' it up
It's takin' all of our taime
But we ain't givin' it up
It never crosses our mind
No no no he's just livin' it up
And takin' all of his time
But he ain't givin' her up
She suits his temperament fine
Yeah she's just livin' it up
And takin' all of his time.
I Heard I Was in Town
I Heard I Was in Town
I HEARD I WAS IN TOWNJimmy Buffett & Michael Utley
Came to see friends
Walk old streets again
Grab a bite and beer by the sea
It caught my attention
The old town has grown
That's why I came alone
But I've been treated well
I raised all kinds of hell
When a full tank was only a fin
Ain't it quite funny how things turn around
I heard I was in town
I was a madman in a pickup truck
So many years ago
Changes have come like the storms of the season
But time here still moves slow
Passed the old joints
My favorite haunts
Where we'd stay for twelve or ten
Ain't it quite funny word gets around
I heard I was in town
I was a madman in a pickup truck
So many years ago
Changes have come like the storms of the season
But time here still moves slow
Came to see friends
Walk old streets again
Maybe strike up a tune with the moon
Don't it seem funny
Word gets around
I heard I was in town
Somewhere over China
Somewhere over China
SOMEWHERE OVER CHINAJimmy Buffett
Just a semi normal person
Thought he had the future planned
Then he won some silly sweepstakes
Now he had a hundred grand
Never stopped to think of taxes
He was gone before they knew
With a flair for old romantics
To the Orient he flew
When they fueled in Papeete
Place a call to Big Mamou
With an honest explanation
Just to tell the whole damn truth
It's his one chance in a million
Who'd deny the simple fact
Twas no use to talk it over
He'd be home when he got back
Chorus
Now he's somewhere over China
Lookin' down on all the trails
On the mountains lookin' back at him
It's a real live fairy tale
Put a little distance
Between causes and effects
Like a day old fortune cookie
Askin' who or what comes next
What the hell did Marco Polo think
When he ran into the wall
Or the crazy flying tigers
Doin' spins and loops and stalls
Just a taste for something different
Perking up a boring day
Now our man from Louisiana
Feels exactly the same way
They're all somewhere over China
Shanghai or old Peking
On a plane or a boat in an envelope
Real adventure has it's ring
Just to put a little distance
Between fact and fantasy
Still six thousand miles away from
where I really want to be
How I would love to drive the shuttle
Just to feel the engines roar
And to operate the levers
That control the payload doors
I could buzz the Himalayas
Barrel roll above Hong Kong
Set her down in San Francisco
To the clanging of the gong
We're all somewhere over China
Headin' east of headin' west
Takin' time to live a little
Flying so far from the nest
Just to put a little distance
Between causes and effects
Like an ancient fortune teller
Knowin' who and what comes next
When Salome Plays the Drum
When Salome Plays the Drum
WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMJimmy Buffett
When Salome plays the drum
The crowd goes deaf and dumb
Swept up by dark sensations
Partially the heat
More so it's the beat
She moves in syncopation
Gazelle on the run
Skirts slit past her thigh
The boys let out a sigh
The beat begins to quicken
Crowd ascends the stairs
Climbin' on the chairs
The plot begins to thicken
Phasers on stun
CHORUS
Take them to the carnival
Let them hear the conga
Tonight the tempo feels so right
Tomorrow may be wronga
INSTRUMENATAL
Gendarme close her down
Make her leave the town
She caught the flight to Rio
With nothin' to say
Wavin' from the plane
Pours pink champagne
She toasts her loyal trio
It was a lucrative stay
Oh won't you take them to the carnival
Let them hear the conga
Tonight the tempo feels right
Tomorrow may be wronga
Oh won't your take them to the carnival
Let them play for hours
Tonight the weather feels so right
Tomorrow may be showers
Lip Service
Lip Service
LIP SERVICEJimmy Buffett & Mike Utley
Talk, talk, talk til your jowls turn blue
But you never really tell me what you're gonna do
You seem to keep it all locked up inside
I can't help but start to thinkin'
You've got something to hide
Why the pain
What's your game
You're drivin' this boy insane
Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do
You bitchin' and your cryin' finally got to me
So I thought I'd take you, baby, on a shopping spree
You bought a space age watch and an antique hat
Hell, now it's digital this and digital that
What a pain
Silly games
Still drivin' your man insane
Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do
CHORUS
Oh darlin', oh darlin'
All I ever get is lip service from you
Oh darlin' oh darlin' (I'm through)
'Cause all I ever get is lip service from you
INSTRUMENTAL
So listen to me baby
'gotta change your ways
Or I'm off to Pascagoula ina few more days
I'll leave you and your poodle and all the mess he makes
Find some other fool to man your shovel and your take
No more pain
End of game
If I Could Just Get It on Paper
If I Could Just Get It on Paper
IF I COULD JUST GET IT ON PAPERJimmy Buffett
If I could just get it on paper
The things that have happened tonight
But that seems to me to be the big key
I'm havin' too good a time to ever turn
Out the lights.
Go to bed wake up with a clear head
Recalling what made it a ball
If I could just get it on paper
I might make some sense of it all
If I could tell half of the stories
The funny way most things begin
Figure ways to disguise all the half truths and lies
Find the heart of my song with the point of a pen
Simple words can be come clever phrases
And chapters could turn into books
Yes if I could just get it on paper
But it's harder than it ever looks.
INSTRUMENTAL
All alone in the edge of the water
Hidin' out by the Sea of Cortez
With my sketch pads and Flairs
Tapes and battery spares
It's just no comprehendo to what everyone says
Time alone seemed to work well for Faulkner
Time away seems to work for the kid
Life and ink they run out at the same time
Or so said my old friend the squid
Yes if I could just get it on paper tonight
I could tell you what I think I did.
Steamer
Steamer
STEAMERJohn Scott Sherrill
I remember that steamer
The time you set sail
The crowd was steamin', streamin' and leanin' on the rail
Then the big whistle blew
And I lost my place
Next thing I knew
I could not find your face
I can see myself dreamin'
The time you came home
Your face was beamin', seemin'
To stand out alone
The dinner bell chimed
And I found my seat
When your eyes met mine
Your smile was so sweet
INSTRUMENTAL
I remember that river
First time we made love
Oh I still kinda shiver a little
At what I'm thinkin' of
How your dress it just floated
All down around your knees
And I held my breath my God, my girl
INSTRUMENTAL
But most of all it's that steamer
The time you set sail
And the crowds always steamin', streamin' and
Leanin' on the rail
Then the big whistle blows
And I always lose my place
Next thing I know
I cannot find your face
Where's the Party
Where's the Party
WHERE'S THE PARTYJimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman, B.LaBounty
Every night the stars come out to light another town
Just because I'm lonely doesn't mean that gets me down
I cruise the local drive-in watching lovers holding hands
Like movie stills of Coupe de Villes and Japanese sedans
Chorus
Where's the party?
Where's the party?
Everybody I know say they expect me to go to the party
Sometimes I wish the radio would learn another song
I'd stay at home and watch TV if there was something on
But why should I get all dressed up when there's no place
to go
Still everybody looks at me as if they think I know
Chorus
Everybody I see say they expect to see me at the party
I could stay here all night long
Wait for her to call
Or I could put my walkman on
And never care at all
Still every night the stars come out to light
another town
Just because I'm lonely doesn't mean that gets me down
Chorus
Everybody I know say they expect her to show at the party
It's Midnight and I'm Not Famous Yet
It's Midnight and I'm Not Famous Yet
IT'S MIDNIGHT AND I'M NOT FAMOUS YETJimmy Buffett & Steve Goodman
Catch the elevator from the penthouse suite
And take it down to the casino
The God almighty sound of money movin' round
Can be heard all the way to Reno
Chorus
Well it's midnight and I'm not famous yet
Tryin' to win it all with one more bet
Nothin' can stop my thirty-two hop
Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo
It's midnight and I'm just gettin' ready to go
Lester Polyester signs another marker
Like the high rollers do
Seven come eleven
His brand new baby needs Gucci shoes
Well it's midnight and she's not famous yet
Tryin' to break the bank with one more bet
Nothin' can stop my thirty-two hop
Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo
It's midnight and Lester's gettin' ready to roll
Instrumental
They're pagin' someone we know
Lester hits a Keno
he's not leavin' yet
Vacuum cleaners hummin'lounge act still is strummin'
It's their twenty fourth set
Well it's midnight and they're not famous yet
Tryin' to win with one last bet
Nothin' can stop my thirty-two hop
Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo
It's midnight got nowhere to go
Coconut Telegraph
Coconut Telegraph
COCONUT TELEGRAPHJimmy Buffett
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
Incommunicado
Incommunicado
INCOMMUNICADOJimmy Buffett,D. McColl,M.L.Benoit
Travis McGee's still in Cedar Key
That's what John McDonald said
My rendezvous so long overdue
With all of the things I've sung and read
They still apply to me, they all make sense in time
Chorus
But now I'm incommunicado
Driving by myself down the road with a hole in it
Songs with no bravado
Takin' the long way home
Now on the day that John Wayne died
I found myself on the continental divide
Tell me where do we go from here?
Think I'll ride into Leadville and have a few beers
Think of "Red River", "Liberty Valence" can't believe
the old man's gone
Chorus
But now he's incommunicado
Leaving such a hole in a world that believed
That a life with such bravado
Was taking the right way home
So when I finished the last line
I put the book by itself on the shelf
With my heart in it
Never wasting time takin' the right way home
I know you're never wastin' time
Findin' the right way home
Still I am incommunicado
Livin' next door to a leg with a pin in it
Never wastin' time, takin' the right way home
Growing Older But Not Up
Growing Older But Not Up
GROWING OLDER BUT NOT UPBy Jimmy Buffett
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
The Good Fight
The Good Fight
THE GOOD FIGHTBy Jimmy Buffett,J.D.Souther
They talk about the women too much
Women got 'em so confused
They don't talk about their lives as such
My life is all I got to lose
They take it with a grain of salt
And laugh at the complexities
They're good at pickin' all the faults
I keep laughin' so they don't pick me
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
I'd never know if I was Wrong or right
But That's just what you get
You gotta go the distance
If you're gonna fight a good fight, good fight
Chorus
Keep it up & keep a good fight
Keep it up & keep a good fight
Yes it's got to be a good fight
All I want is just a good fight
Telephone begins to ring
That could only be one call
I might as well be on the moon
Standin' in the shower stall
I can't believe she picked it up
She didn't know the rules somehow
And then I hear her say hello-hello
Panic in the grey room now
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
She'd kill me whether I was wrong or right
But that's just what you get
You got to go the distance
If you wanna fight a good fight
You never know until you try
It's hard to see which side you're on
Some people say your half way here
Some people say your half way gone
Chorus
The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful
The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful
THE WEATHER IS HERE, WISH YOU WERE BEAUTIFULJimmy Buffett
He worked hard all year just wanted a few weeks alone
But his old lady's into modeling,
She can't stay away from the phone
Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says "Down there there is nothing to do"
Her goddamn phone never stops ringing
He'll try the service in a day maybe two
Well, he's on his third drink before the
wheels of the plane leave the ground
Making points with the stewardess
climbing over Long Island Sound
She's also spending some time on the island
Too much city madness gives her the blues
They make a date to go dancing and dining
Seems neither has that much to lose
Chorus
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
My thoughts aren't too clear but don't run away
My girlfiend's a bore, my job is too dutiful
Hell, nobody's perfect would you like to play
I feel together today
Well now that was just the start of
a well-deserved over due binge
Meanwhile back in the city certain
people are starting to cringe
His lawyers are calling his parents
His girlfriend doesn't know what to think
His partners are studying their options
He's just singing and ordering drinks
Chorus
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear life's easy today
The beer is too cold, the daquiri's too fruitiful
There's no place like home when it's this far away
I don't care what they say
He's going back to New York pack it up
and let everyone know
It was something that he should have done
such a long time ago
Still time to start a new life in the palm trees
Billy Clyde wasn't insane
And it doesn't work out there'll never be any doubt
That the pleasure was worth all the pain
Chorus
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear, life is easy today
The beer is too cold, the daquiri's too fruitiful
There's no place like home when it's this far away
I need time for to play
Time for to play
Stars Fell on Alabama
Stars Fell on Alabama
STARS FELL ON ALABAMAM.Parish, F.Perkins
Moonlight and magnolia, starlight in your hair
All the world a dream come true
Did it really happen, was I really there
Was I really there with you
Chorus
We lived our little drama, we kissed in a field of white
And the stars fell on Alabama last night
I can't forget the glamour
Your eyes held a tender light
And the stars fell on Alabama last night
Never planned in my imagination, a situation so heavenly
A fairy tale where no one else could enter
And in the center, just you and me, dear
My heart beat like a hammer, my arms wound around you tight
And the stars fell on Alabama last night
Island
Island
ISLANDJimmy Buffett, Dave Loggins
Island I see you in the distance
I feel that your existence
Is not unlike my own
Island they say no man is like you
They say you stand alone
Sometimes I feel that way too
Is it the need for love?
Heart and soul accompaniment
That seems to make me different from you
I've tried to build bridges
But they all fell down
I've taken to the air on wings of silver
But always hit the ground
Island I see you in all of my dreams
But I'm a man with no means to reach your distant shore
Island I see you in the moonlight
Silhouettes of ships in the night
Just make me long that much more
To be like you
Heart and soul accompaniment
That seems to make me different from you
I've tried to build bridges
But they all fell down
I've taken to the air on wings of silver
But always hit the ground
Instrumental
Little Miss Magic
Little Miss Magic
LITTLE MISS MAGICJimmy Buffett
She's constantly amazed by the blades of
the fan on the ceiling
And the funny little faces she makes
can't help but be appealing
She loves to ride through the town with the top down
Feel the warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin
Chorus
I see a little more of me everyday
I catch a little more moustache turning grey
Your mother is the only other woman for me
Little Miss Magic what you gonna be?
Sometimes I catch her dreaming and wonder
where that little mind meanders
Is she down along the shore or
strolling cross the broad Savannahs
I know in time she'll learn to make up her own mind
In time she's gonna learn to fly
Oh that I won't deny
It's My Job
It's My Job
IT'S MY JOBBy Mac McAnally
In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb
I didn't know what about but I was feeling quite disturbed
A street sweeper came whistlin' by
He was bouncin' every step
It seemed strange how good he felt
So I asked him while he swept
Chorus
He said "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that makes the day for me"
Got an uncle who owns a bank he's a self made millionaire
He never had anyone to love never had no one to care
He always to seemed kind of sad to me
So I asked him why that was
And he told me it's because in my contract there's a clause
That says "It's my job to worried half to death
And that's the thing people respect in me
It's a job but without it I'd be less
Than what I expect from me"
I've been lazy most all of my life
Writing songs and sleeping late
Any manual labor I've done purely by mistake
If street sweepers can smile then
I've got no right to feel upset
But sometimes I still forget
Till the lights go on and the stage is set
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat
It's my job to be different than the rest
and that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the best
and that's a tough break for me
It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
and that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the best
and that makes the day for me.
Fins
Fins
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Volcano
Volcano
VOLCANOJimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey
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.
Treat Her Like A Lady
Treat Her Like A Lady
TREAT HER LIKE A LADYJimmy Buffett, Dave Loggins
Some of us sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady, just treat her like a lady
Now I don't like the sound of the ground movin' round
Or winds spinnin' out of control
California earthquakes only seem to make a' me
shake, rattle and roll
I been too long on the mainland
Hotels, rental cars and phones
Time to cast them aside, catch the very next tide
And go back where belong
Some of sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Great whales travel the wrong lines
Dodging those deadly harpoons
Spawning their young as their ancestors done
In the depths of her hidden lagoons
There are times I find myself with them
And times I feel as they do
We're on a similar course it's just a different source
But I'm in danger of extinction too
Some of us sailors call her home
She big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
And miss her when I'm gone.
Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants
Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants
CHANSON POUR LES PETITS ENFANTSJimmy Buffett
Now young Mr. Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
They soared through the Milky Way counting the stars
Once around Venus, twice around Mars
Then they spied an island rise out of the sea
They fell back to Earth just as free as you please
The children all gathered the church bells did ring
Suddenly everyone started to sing
Chorus
Chanson pour les petits enfants
Chason pour toute le monde
Chanson pour les petits enfants
Chanson pour toute le monde
Queen of the island she welcomed them in
Asked them questions of where they have been
She offered them chocolate she offered them tea
They all took their seats in the top of a tree
And racoons brought wine and the mice they brought cheese
Beautiful birds floated by on the breeze
From out of the oceans the dolphins began
Humming a tune that soon covered the land
Chorus
So young Princess Lia brought coral and pearls
Gifts to the travelers from some other world
The Bushdoctor mixed up a magical spell
Swore them to secrecy, never to tell
So young Mr. Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
The sun was rising, they'd be home by noon
Humming the words to this magical tune
Chorus
Song for the children
Song for the world
Survive
Survive
SURVIVEJimmy Buffett, Mike Utley
I play the stereo loud
When I'm away from the maddening crowd
Smokin', jokin', clowns we all are
Sometimes I kinda get real ill
When I receive my monthly telephone bill
But you say it and I'll pay it
`Cause it helps me to
Chorus
Survive stay alive
'Til I see you again
Survive stay alive
Can't say where it ends
Clouds lift and there are mountains below
Been a while since I've seen any snow
Chillin' so thrillin' so good to be back
Feels nice to be home for a while
Let's sip champagne til we break into smiles
We'll go dancin' romancin'
`Cause your the reason I
Survived stayed alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive stay alive
When will it all end
But my bags ain't unpacked
`Cause I've got to go back and play
But I know we'll both
Survive stay alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive stay alive
Until it all ends
Survive stay alive
When will it all end
Survive stay alive
Till I see you again
Boat Drinks
Boat Drinks
BOAT DRINKSJimmy Buffett
Boat drinks. Boys in the band ordered boat drinks.
Visitors just scored on the home rink.
Everything seems to be wrong.
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap airfare.
I've got to fly to Saint Somewhere.
I'm close to bodily harm.
Chorus
Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on.
Nobody cares; they are way too far gone,
screamin' "Boat drinks," somethin'
to keep them all warm.
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer.
I think I got cabin fever.
Somebody sound the alarm.
I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow.
Could you beam me somewhere, Mister Scott?
Any old place here on Earth or in space.
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot.
I know I should be leaving this climate.
I got a verse but can't rhyme it.
I gotta go where it's warm.
Boat drinks.
Waitress, I need two more boat drinks.
Then I'm headin south 'fore my dream shrinks.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where there ain't any snow,
where there ain't any blow,
'cause my fin sinks so low.
I gotta go where it's warm.
Dreamsicle
Dreamsicle
DREAMSICLEJimmy Buffett
Let me tell you now he sips, he quips
Dreams a lot about sailing ships
Wants to throw it all away
Wants to have it back someday
Love's fool, Sears tool
Wants to win that football pool
Spend it on some real good grass
Disappearing oh so fast
Tell my story pain and glory, guess my occupation
Free and easy, warm and breezy
Overnight sensation
I got house pets, Lear jets
Tryin' to learn about basinettes
Oh Miss Piggy dance with me
Let me take you to the sea
Dreamsicle, big dill pickle
High school honeys sure were fickle
I'll be damned country ham, takes me back to Alabam
Won't you tell my story, pain and glory, guess my occupation
Free and easy, warm and breezy
Overnight sensation
Let me tell you now he sips, he quips
Dreams a lot about sailing ships
I'll be damned country ham, takes me back to Alabama
I'll be damned country ham, takes me back to Alabama
Sending The Old Man Home
Sending The Old Man Home
SENDING THE OLD MAN HOMEJimmy Buffett
They're sending the old man home
Back where the buffalo roam
Out in Pacific they say he was the best
Now he's in his "civies" headin' home like all the rest
He'll never forget Rosa Lee
Or sleepless nights he fought upon the sea
He'll only have the memories
Or great books by James Jones
`Cause they're sending the old man home
Far away
Far away
Another life so very far away
They'll tear down the officers clubs
And write off the overdue subs
So let's drink to their memories
Our heros and our pals
To those crazy navy flyers
To those swell Hawaiian gals
The sailors will dance in the street
Then they'll mothball the whole damn fleet
We'll only have the picture books
Of land and sea and foam
`Cause they're sending the old man home
He'll only have his memories
Or great books by James Jones
`Cause they're sending the old man home
Stranded on a Sandbar
Stranded on a Sandbar
STRANDED ON A SANDBARJimmy Buffett
I Enjoy this life as a jester
Seems to keep me moving around
Like the wind that blows, tides that flow
I have my ups and downs
All a part of this strange plan I'm sure
Start a new chapter each day
Honey, Love gets lost, time gets tossed
`Cause we both got our own different ways
I feel I'm stranded on a sandbar
Stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin' it for all that it's worth
I'm just payin' for my sins on earth
Now I use to go crazy for days at a time
Now I'm takin my time with my days
Haven't found the answers like some that I know
I'm just stuck in fairly nice maze
Climb to the top of the island tonight
Sit beneath the cashew tree
I want to count the stars, lights on the cars
that are shinin' up and down on me
I feel like I'm stranded on a sandbar
Baby, I'm stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin' it for all that it's worth
I'm just payin' for my sins on earth
I feel like I'm stranded on a sandbar
Sugar, I'm stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin' it for all that it's worth
I'm just payin' for my sins on earth
I enjoy this life as a jester,
Seems to keep me moving around
Lady I Can't Explain
Lady I Can't Explain
LADY I CAN'T EXPLAIN
Jimmy Buffett
What could I do?
That's never been done before
What can I say?
That hasn't been said by scores
If I was a designer I could do nothing finer
Than dress you in style
But I'm a hopeless romantic still
behind all these antics
Is a heart full of smiles
So I'll just keep on dreamin'
The thoughts that are in my brain
You just keep on being
The lady I can't explain
I know that I've
The imagination of a child
And there are times
When I let it all run wild
But if I hurt, you forgive
Still you won't let me live
Some of those episodes down
That's why I love you
And put no one above you
Love your sights and your sounds
So I'll just keep on movin'
When the forecast calls for rain
You just keep on being
The lady I can't explain
So I'll just keep on movin'
When the forecast calls for rain
You just keep on being
The lady I can't explain
Yes I love you
Put no one above you
You're the lady I can't explain
Disc: 1 - Son of a Son of a Sailor
Disc: 1 - Son of a Son of a Sailor
SON OF A SON OF A SAILORJimmy Buffett
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.
And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.
But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
Disc: 1 - Pencil Thin Mustache
Disc: 1 - Pencil Thin Mustache
PENCIL-THIN MUSTACHEJimmy Buffett
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 - Wonder Why We Ever Go Home
Disc: 1 - Wonder Why We Ever Go Home
WONDER WHY WE EVER GO HOME
Jimmy Buffett
Years grow shorter, not longer,
the more you've been on your own.
Feelin's for movin' grow stronger'
so you wonder why you ever go home,
wonder why you ever go home.
People are movin' so quickly.
Humor's in need of repair.
Same occupations and same obligations;
they've really got nothing to share,
like drivin' around with no spare.
River gets deeper not shallow,
the further you move down the stream.
Wonderin'if I can keep her as I
race to keep up with my dreams.
How they shine and glitter and gleam.
Repeat First Verse
Disc: 1 - Landfall
Disc: 1 - Landfall
LANDFALLNow what do they do if I just sailed away
Who the hell really compelled me to leave today
Runnin' low on stories is what made it a ball
What would they do if made no landfall
I lived half my life in eight by five room
Just crusin' to the sound of the big deisel boom
It's not close quarters that would make me snap
It's just dealing with the daily unadulterated crap
Sail away for a month at a time,
Sail away I've got to recharge my mind
Then you'll find me back at it again
Oh I love the smell of fresh snapper fried lite
What'd you say, pouilly fuisse could round out the night
The mid morning watch is the best time to look
Oh what would they do if I wrote the big book
`Cause I've seen incredible things in my year
Somedays were laughter, others were tears
If I had it all to do over again
I'd just get myself drunk and I'd jump right back in
Sail away, that's the way I survive
Sail away, that's just no shuck and jive
It just makes my whole life come alive
The wind whistled threw the cool rigging at night
Crazy crowds boogie to the sound and the lights
down in he's just havin a ball
What would he do on another landfall
What would they do if I made no landfall
Oh what would they do if I flew to Nepal
What would I do if I met Lucille Ball
Tryin' to make a little sense of it all
Just tryin' to make a little sense of it all
Disc: 1 - Miss You So Badly
Disc: 1 - Miss You So Badly
MISS YOU SO BADLYI guess it all blew up in Missoula
There just was no other way
After months of going crazy
There was nothing left to say
But when the dust had finally settled
And the air had quickly cleared
Things were better off than I had feared
And I miss you so badly
Girl I love you madly
Feelin' so sad now since I been gone
Gone, gone
And it gets quite confusin'
It seems that I'm loosin' track of
the long days since I been home
Were stayin' in a Holiday Inn full of surgeons
I guess they meet there once a year
They exchange physician stories
And get drunk on Tuborg beer
Then they're off to catch a stripper
With their eyes glued to her G
But I don't think that I would ever let them cut on me
And I miss you so badly
Girl I love you madly
I think I been had tho, for stayin so long
Long, long
And I'm just watchin' the Gong show
Waitin' for Zorro
Loosin' the long day since I been home
I got a head of full of feelin' higher
And an ear full of Patsy Cline
There is just no one who can touch her
Hell I'll hang on every line
Oh crazy how things happen
It's incredible but true
Oh the longer I'm gone the closer I feel to you
And I miss you so badly
Girl I love you madly
I'm feelin' so glad just to be headin' home
Home, home
And I been battling hotel maids
Chewin' on Rolaids
Countin' the hours `til I get home
Oh I been counting the hours `til I get home
Disc: 1 - Margaritaville
Disc: 1 - Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
Disc: 1 - Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
Disc: 1 - Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
Disc 1: - Come Monday
Disc 1: - Come Monday
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
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: - Perrier Blues
Disc 1: - Perrier Blues
Perrier Blues
Ridin' high atop the main mast
Harbor stretched out below
All day I've been feelin' kind of half-assed
So I asked the boy to lower me slow
Lower me slow
Sat down and drank me some Perrier
Watched the seaplane disappear out of sight
Confused in my head well I jumped back in bed
Wondering who's at the fronton tonight
Shinin' bright
I know the night and I miss it
I've got this thing for applause
But like a cat on my rockin' chair cushion
I've got to stretch my claws
Move my jaw
I know I've got the best of both worlds
Though that sounds like a TV. show
When that anchor goes down and the sails are all furled
Well it's back on the road I go
Back I go
Well I bitch about the food and the weather
Wondering why the hell I ever came back
But knowing deep down I love this merry-go-round
And I can't wait to lay down this track
When I get back
Yeah, I know the night and I love it
I've got this thing for a show
If the ball's hit my way I'm going to glove it
'Cause that's the only thing I know
All I know
Yeah, I know the night and I miss it
I've got this thing for applause
But like a cat on my rockin' chair cushion
I've got to stretch my claws
Move my jaw
Move my jaw
Can't seem to lose those Perrier Blues
Can't seem to lose those Perrier Blues
Can't seem to lose those Perrier Blues
Disc 2: - Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit
Disc 2: - Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit
GRAPEFRUIT-JUICY FRUITJimmy Buffett
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 2: - He Went to Paris
Disc 2: - He Went to Paris
HE WENT TO PARISJimmy Buffett
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 on 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: - The Captain and the Kid
Disc 2: - The Captain and the Kid
THE CAPTAIN AND THE KIDJimmy Buffett
I never use to miss the chance
to climb upon his knee and listen
to the many tales of life upon the sea.
We'd go sailing back on barkentines and
talk of things he did, tomorrow just a
day away for the Captain and the Kid.
His world had gone from sailing ships
to raking mom's back yard;
he never could adjust to land although
he tried so hard.
We both were growing older then and
wiser with our years;
that's when I came to understand
the course his heart still steers.
He died about a month ago
while winter filled the air,
and though I cried, I was so proud
to love a man so rare.
He's somewhere on the ocean now,
the place he ought to be;
with one hand on the starboard rail,
he's waving back at me.
For the Captain and this kid.
Disc 2: - A Pirate Looks at Forty
Disc 2: - A Pirate Looks at Forty
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTYJimmy Buffett
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
Instrumental
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.
Disc 2: - Tampico Trauma
Disc 2: - Tampico Trauma
TAMPICO TRAUMAI must look a mess I must admit
But I have been traveling quite a bit
South of the border
where the law and order
Is kept by Federales who just grin
And tell you they just want to be your friend
They tell you they just want to be your friend
I left for Tampico last July
I jumped off that boat I almost died
There to greet us were pretty senioritas
I swore that I would not go home them
All those lovely ladies were my friends
All those sweet chiquitas they don't pretend
Como esta, Senorita?
That is all I really want to say
I was thrown out of the country yesterday
You see I was drinkin' doubles
Causin' lots of trouble
When the man looked in the window of the bar and he grinned
And said if you come back we just may not be your friend
I don't want to see you around here again
You come back next time we may not pretend
Hi Dee Ho Boys!
Disc 2: - Morris' Nightmare
Disc 2: - Morris' Nightmare
Morris' Nightmare
Down in the islands where the happy folks stay
Everybody do what Bwana Jim say
He say its ok, it's ok
You can do what you wanna
Do what you like
Twist a big ol' number
Ride a motorbike
It's alright, It's alright
Dance to the drum
Drink a lot of rum
Love till you come to a stop
Swing like a monkey in a coconut tree
Sing like the dolphins in the deep blue sea
Sing it's alright, it's alright
"How does Fred Neil do it? Come on Jay Spell"
You know people in the city got nowhere to go
They used to go to bars now they go to Discos
No, no, no disco (uh-uh, no)
They never see the sun
They hardly see the moon
They barely see the ground 'til the snow melts in June
Uptight, It's out of sight
So they save a little money
Take a little trip
They only see the islands from a tacky cruise ship
Buy a little liquor
Buy some sea shells
Husband tries to sleep
Wife just yells
Morris, you can sleep when you get home
Down in the islands where the happy folks stay
Everybody do what Biwana man say
He say its ok, it's ok
It's alright, it's alright
Do what you wanna, do what you like
Disc 2: - Dixie Diner
Disc 2: - Dixie Diner
Dixie Diner
"yeah, yeah, yeah. wooo. we're going to take you up that Mississippi river
Now one time. yeah one time. up to an old favorite town of mine where i
Visit now and then just for one special reason, that's good eatin'. 'cause
I know a place on Tillman St. between ***** and ***** that can't be beat.
Emma Mae been cookin' there for forty-eight years and she ain't missed a
Lick yet baby. she's got hot sweet potatoes and cracklin' bread. ooh. and
Mulligan stew to turn Jimmy Buffett's head. woo, black-eyed peas and them
Good ol' collard greens, wooo. you know...
You know what...
What?
That nothin' could be finer than to sit down and eat'n at the dixie diner."
"Alright Miami give it up. rock and roll on a Monday night."
"Help this skinny boy out. we've got two more days."
"Good rockin' tonight."
"I hear you professor."
"Thank you, thank you very much. God bless you. you're still the greatest.
We love ya."
Disc 2: - Why Don't We Get Drunk (And Screw)
Disc 2: - Why Don't We Get Drunk (And Screw)
WHY DON'T WE GET DRUNKJimmy Buffett
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)
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Disc: 1 - Havana Daydreamin'
Disc: 1 - Havana Daydreamin'
HAVANA DAYDREAMIN'Jimmy Buffett
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: - God's Own Drunk
Disc 2: - God's Own Drunk
GOD'S OWN DRUNKBy: Lord Buckley
Well, like to explain to you all before,
I ain't no drinkin' man
I tried it once and it got me highly irregular
And I swore I'd never do it again
I promised my brother in-law that I'd go up watch his still
While he went in to town to vote
It was right up on the mountain
where the map said it would be
Friends let me tell you one thing,
tho it wasn't no ordinary still
It stood up on that mountainside
like a hugh golden opal
God's yeller moon shinin' on the cool clear evenin'
God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off in the heavens
Like I explain'd to you once before I ain't no drinkin' man
But temptation got the best of me
And I took a slash
That yella whiskey runnin' down my throat
like honey dew vine water
And I took another slash,
Took another'n an another'n an another'n
For you knew I'd downed one whole jug of that shit
and commenced to gettin' hot flashes
Goose pimples was runnin' up and down my body
And a feelin' came over me
like somethin' I'd never experienced before
It was like, like I was in love
In love for the first time, with anything that moved
Animate, inanimate it didn't matter
It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on an' off
in my brain sayin' "Jimmy Buffett there's a great day a comin'"
`Cause I was drunk
I wasn't knee crawlin', slip slidin', Reggie Youngin'
Commode huggin' drunk
I was God's own drunk and a fearless man
And that's when I first saw the bear
He was a Kodiak lookin' fella `bout nineteen feet tall
He rambled up over the hill
expectin' me to do one of two things,
Flip or fly, I didn't do either one
It hung him up
He started sniffin' around my body tryin' to smell fear
But he ain't gonna smell no fear `cause
I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man
It hung him up
He looked right in my eyes, and my eyes
was a lot redder than his was
It hung him up
So I approached him, I said "Mr. Bear, I love
every hair on your twenty-seven acre body
I know you got a lot of friends over there
on the other side of the hill
There's ole' rare bear, tall bear, Freddy bear, Kelly bear
Really bear, smelly the bear, smokey the bear,
pokey the bear
I want you to go back over there tonight
And tell them I'm feelin' right
You tell them I love each and everyone of them
like a brother and a sister
But if they give me any trouble tonight
I'm gonna run every God damn one of them off the hill"
He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think
Neither did I but bein' charitable and cautious
Well hell I approached him again
I said "Mr. Bear, You know in the eyes of the Lord
we're both beasts when it comes right down to it
So I want you to be my buddy, Buddy bear"
So I took ole' buddy bear by his island size paw
and I led him over to the still
He's a sniffin' around that thing cause
he's smellin' somethin' good
I gave him one of them jugs of honey dew vine water
He downed it up right
Looked like one of them damn bears in the circus
Sippin' sasparilly in the moonlight
I gave him another'n an another'n an another'n
For I knew it he downed eight of them
and commenced to doin' the bear dance
Two snips, a snort, a fly turn, and a grunt
It was so simple like the jitter bug
It plum evaded me
We worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar
And I was awful tired and went over to the hillside
and I laid down and went to sleep
Slept for four hours and dreampt me some tremulous dreams
When I woke up, there was God's yeller moon
shinin' on the clear cool evenin'
God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off
in the heavens
My buddy the bear was a missin'
Want to know something else friends and neighbors
So was that still
Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
Wonder Why We Ever Go Home
Wonder Why We Ever Go Home
WONDER WHY WE EVER GO HOME
Jimmy Buffett
Years grow shorter, not longer,
the more you've been on your own.
Feelin's for movin' grow stronger'
so you wonder why you ever go home,
wonder why you ever go home.
People are movin' so quickly.
Humor's in need of repair.
Same occupations and same obligations;
they've really got nothing to share,
like drivin' around with no spare.
River gets deeper not shallow,
the further you move down the stream.
Wonderin'if I can keep her as I
race to keep up with my dreams.
How they shine and glitter and gleam.
Repeat First Verse
Banana Republics
Banana Republics
BANANA REPUBLICSDown to the Banana Republics
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated American
Hopin' to find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing
Brought by the lure of the sea
Tryin' to find what is ailing
Living in the land of the free
Some of them are running to lovers
Leaving no forward address
Some of them are running tons of ganja
Some are running from the IRS
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senoritas
While they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos
on a bottle of rum and a lime
Singin' give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes
First you learn the native custom
Soon a word of Spanish or two
You know that you cannot trust them
Cause they know they can't trust you
Expatriated American feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies
that they told themselves back home
Down to the Banana Republics
Things aren't as warm as they seem
None of the natives are buying
any second hand American dreams
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senoritas
while they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos
On a bottle of rum and a lime
Singing give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes
Down to the Banana Republics
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans
Hopin' to find some fun
Tampico Trauma
Tampico Trauma
TAMPICO TRAUMAI must look a mess I must admit
But I have been traveling quite a bit
South of the border
where the law and order
Is kept by Federales who just grin
And tell you they just want to be your friend
They tell you they just want to be your friend
I left for Tampico last July
I jumped off that boat I almost died
There to greet us were pretty senioritas
I swore that I would not go home them
All those lovely ladies were my friends
All those sweet chiquitas they don't pretend
Como esta, Senorita?
That is all I really want to say
I was thrown out of the country yesterday
You see I was drinkin' doubles
Causin' lots of trouble
When the man looked in the window of the bar and he grinned
And said if you come back we just may not be your friend
I don't want to see you around here again
You come back next time we may not pretend
Hi Dee Ho Boys!
Lovely Cruise
Lovely Cruise
LOVELY CRUISEDrink it up
This ones for you
It's been a lovely cruise
I'm sorry it's ended
It's sad but it's true
Honey it's been a lovely cruise
These moments were left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
There's wind in our hair
And there's water in our shoes
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
These moments we're left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
And those harbor lights
Aw they're coming into view
We bid our farewell much too soon
So drink it up
This one's for you
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
Yea baby, it's been a lovely cruise
Oh darlin' it's been a lovely cruise
Margaritaville
Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
In The Shelter
In The Shelter
IN THE SHELTERJimmy Buffett
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.
Miss You So Badly
Miss You So Badly
MISS YOU SO BADLYI guess it all blew up in Missoula
There just was no other way
After months of going crazy
There was nothing left to say
But when the dust had finally settled
And the air had quickly cleared
Things were better off than I had feared
And I miss you so badly
Girl I love you madly
Feelin' so sad now since I been gone
Gone, gone
And it gets quite confusin'
It seems that I'm loosin' track of
the long days since I been home
Were stayin' in a Holiday Inn full of surgeons
I guess they meet there once a year
They exchange physician stories
And get drunk on Tuborg beer
Then they're off to catch a stripper
With their eyes glued to her G
But I don't think that I would ever let them cut on me
And I miss you so badly
Girl I love you madly
I think I been had tho, for stayin so long
Long, long
And I'm just watchin' the Gong show
Waitin' for Zorro
Loosin' the long day since I been home
I got a head of full of feelin' higher
And an ear full of Patsy Cline
There is just no one who can touch her
Hell I'll hang on every line
Oh crazy how things happen
It's incredible but true
Oh the longer I'm gone the closer I feel to you
And I miss you so badly
Girl I love you madly
I'm feelin' so glad just to be headin' home
Home, home
And I been battling hotel maids
Chewin' on Rolaids
Countin' the hours `til I get home
Oh I been counting the hours `til I get home
Biloxi
BILOXIDown around Biloxi
Pretty girls are dancin' in the sea
They all look like sisters in the ocean
The boy will fill his pail with salty water
And the storms will blow from off towards New Orleans
Sun shines on Biloxi
Air is filled with vapors from the sea
Boy will dig a pool beside the ocean
He sees creatures from his dream underwater
And the sun will set from off towards New Orleans
Stars can see Biloxi
Stars can find their faces in the sea
We are walking down beside the ocean
We are splashing naked in the water
And the sky is red from off towards New Orleans
And the sky is red from off towards New Orleans
Down around Biloxi
Pretty girls are swimming in the sea
They all look like sisters in the ocean
The boy will fill his pail with salty water
And the storms will blow from off toward New Orleans
Landfall
LANDFALLNow what do they do if I just sailed away
Who the hell really compelled me to leave today
Runnin' low on stories is what made it a ball
What would they do if made no landfall
I lived half my life in eight by five room
Just crusin' to the sound of the big deisel boom
It's not close quarters that would make me snap
It's just dealing with the daily unadulterated crap
Sail away for a month at a time,
Sail away I've got to recharge my mind
Then you'll find me back at it again
Oh I love the smell of fresh snapper fried lite
What'd you say, pouilly fuisse could round out the night
The mid morning watch is the best time to look
Oh what would they do if I wrote the big book
`Cause I've seen incredible things in my year
Somedays were laughter, others were tears
If I had it all to do over again
I'd just get myself drunk and I'd jump right back in
Sail away, that's the way I survive
Sail away, that's just no shuck and jive
It just makes my whole life come alive
The wind whistled threw the cool rigging at night
Crazy crowds boogie to the sound and the lights
down in he's just havin a ball
What would he do on another landfall
What would they do if I made no landfall
Oh what would they do if I flew to Nepal
What would I do if I met Lucille Ball
Tryin' to make a little sense of it all
Just tryin' to make a little sense of it all
Woman Goin' Crazy on Caroline Street
Woman Goin' Crazy on Caroline Street
WOMAN GOIN' CRAZY ON CAROLINE STREETChorus
There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you be gentle, if you be sweet
I'll show you my place on Caroline street
She claimed in a loud voice to be a dancer
But I don't think she's cut a rug in years
Listens to the juke box for her answers
Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers
Talks about the men she's known and then some
She's seen them in her dreams and on the street
She slides her dapper legs from beneath the table
As if to reveal some kind of treat
Chorus
Her lover left her stranded in Jamaica
And just right now she can't recall his name
Perceiving she is the center of attention
And all the lurking eyes they look the same
Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy
They're horny and don't need a good excuse
Someone yells and things just start erupting
In a flash all hell has broken loose
Chorus
When I woke up and looked around the bar room
She was gone and I was black and blue
So be careful when you go to swing your partner
`Cause someone might just take a swing at you
Chorus
My Head Hurts My Feet Stink and I Don't Love Jesus
My Head Hurts My Feet Stink and I Don't Love Jesus
MY HEAD HURTS, MY FEET STINK AND I DON'T LOVE JESUSBy Jimmy Buffett
My head hurts, my feet stink and I don't love Jesus.
It's that kind of mornin',
really was that kind of night.
Tryin' to tell myself that my
condition is improvin' and if I don't
die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night.
Went down to the snake pit,
to drink a little beer.
Listened to the juke box,
oh, it's comin' in clear.
All of a sudden I wasn't alone
pickin' country music with old Joe Bones.
Duval Street was rockin',
my eyes they started poppin'!
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar,
as I broke another string on my old guitar.
Someone call a cab.
Lady won't you pay my tab?
(First Verse)
Got to get a little orange juice,
And a Darvon for my head.
I can't spend all day,
Baby, layin' in bed.
I'm goin' down to Fausto's
to get some chocolate milk.
Can't spend my life in your sheets of silk
I've got to find my way
Crawl out and greet the day.
(Repeat First Verse)
The Captain and the Kid
The Captain and the Kid
THE CAPTAIN AND THE KIDJimmy Buffett
I never use to miss the chance
to climb upon his knee and listen
to the many tales of life upon the sea.
We'd go sailing back on barkentines and
talk of things he did, tomorrow just a
day away for the Captain and the Kid.
His world had gone from sailing ships
to raking mom's back yard;
he never could adjust to land although
he tried so hard.
We both were growing older then and
wiser with our years;
that's when I came to understand
the course his heart still steers.
He died about a month ago
while winter filled the air,
and though I cried, I was so proud
to love a man so rare.
He's somewhere on the ocean now,
the place he ought to be;
with one hand on the starboard rail,
he's waving back at me.
For the Captain and this kid.
Big Rig
Big Rig
BIG RIGIf I was a road dog, baby
All of my songs were true
Reckon' I'd like my whiskey drinkin'
a whole lot more than I do
But I don't know about the good life, baby
Not so sure it's for me
I'd much rather be home rollin' with you
Than watching Tom Snyder on TV
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
Big rig baby, rollin' on home to you
Now I been to lots of parties
Spent my whole life in a bar
There's a whole lot of good lookin' women out there
Who think I am a star
Drinkin' and a smokin' ain't really where I am
If I had my own two ways I'd be rollin' home to Alabam
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby, rollin' on home to you
Now some day I'll be better
My ramblin' days will be through
I won't have anymore gigs to play
I'll be back home there with you
But meanwhile wait a minute
What's that thing I see
It's a good lookin' woman with a bottle of Scotch
And she wants to go home with me
She's lookin' like a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was big rig, a big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
Defying Gravity
Defying Gravity
DEFYING GRAVITYI live on a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even one day if I do
Well I'll jump up and smile back at you
I don't even know where we are
They tell me were circling a star
Well I'll take their word, I don't know
But I'm dizzy so it may be so
I'm riding a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even the high must lay low
But when I do fall I will be glad to go
Yes when I do fall I will be glad to go
Havana Daydreamin'
Havana Daydreamin'
HAVANA DAYDREAMIN'Jimmy Buffett
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.
Cliches
Cliches
CLICHESShe's got a ballpark figure
He's got a ballpoint pen
Travel around for weeks at a time
Writin' down descriptions of the places they been
She plays guitar but nothing fancy
With no intention of becoming a star
Only thing that's bothering him these days
Is where he's gonna find a good ten cent cigar
Cliches, good ways
Say what you mean, mean what you say
She never did make her debut
He never made it to class
She's 86'd from the Chart Room
He's 29 and pushin' 30 real fast
They're funny when they get to rockin'
Goin' out for the night on the town
Takin' polaroid pictures that are never in focus
Just to look at when they finally slow down
Full moon, so soon
Wishin' every month of the year could be June
He's always tuned into Star Trek
She's always tuned into him
Hidin' his cookies when he gets the munchies
Tryin' hard just to keep the boy slim
Tonight they're gonna go star gazing
And try to figure out which one they're near
Try as they might I don't think they'll reach the height
She know you can't get there from here
Full moon, so soon
Wishin' every month of the year could be June
Cliches, good ways
Say what you mean, mean what you say
Just say what you mean, mean what you say
Something So Feminine About a Mandolin
Something So Feminine About a Mandolin
SOMETHING SO FEMININE ABOUT A MANDOLINJimmy Buffett & Jane Buffett
It was late in the evenin'
just a few of us pickin',
but the lady she played
so easy and fine.
And the chords that she strummed
were so tastefully clever,
they planted this song in my mind.
Cause there's somethin' so feminine,
about a mandolin;
the way that they feel,
the way that they ring.
Just to see slender fingers,
movin' so fluid,
made this poor heart to sing.
And when I get older and I have a daughter,
I'll teach her to sing, and play her my song
And I'll tell her some stories I can barely remember
And hope that she will sing along.
Maybe one day she'll take a fancy to pickin',
'Cause when that bug bites you,
you live with the string.
And if she could just strum a few simple measures
She could make some young man sing.
Cause there's somethin' so feminine
about a mandolin.
The way that they feel, the way that they ring.
And that evening in a pasture,
somewhere near Austin.
That mandolin made me sing,
Her mandolin made me sing.
Kick It in Second Wind
Kick It in Second Wind
KICK IT IN SECOND WINDJimmy Buffett & Jane Buffett
One o'clock in the mornin',
people pilin' into the door.
Drinks are still comin' in and
I'm barely hummin' and the
audience is screamin' for more.
Somebody's locked in the bathroom,
manager can't find the key.
I pay that man but from where I stand,
it's lookin like a pris'ner is me.
Chorus
So won't you kick it in second wind
we got two more hours to go.
Is there anymore hope of scorin' anymore coke,
and we've still got to do another show.
My mind started to wander,
In the middle of the second song
Dreamin' I was at sea, just my baby and me
when the words started coming out wrong.
Waitresses are pickin' up glasses,
The bartender screamed last call.
When I looked to my right I saw a terrible sight
And the bass man took a bad fall.
Chorus
Instrumental
It's three o'clock in the mornin',
runnin' on adrenaline.
What I'm tryin to say is that tomorrow's the day
And we've got to do it over again.
This Hotel Room
This Hotel Room
THIS HOTEL ROOMThis hotel room got a lot of stuff
A laundry bag and a shoe shine cloth
Thirty-two hangers and a touch-tone phone
Well a light that comes on when I'm not home
I ain't home, I ain't home
You better leave a message cause I ain't home
They got an air conditioner for when I'm hot
A radiator for when I'm not
Two big chairs sittin' side by side
With a Holy bible and a TV guide
TV guide, TV guide, great God o' mighty
It's a TV guide
I got a second story view from curb to curb
I got a sign that reads "Do not disturb"
A monogram towel and a bucket of ice
A chest of drawers and a mirror that lies
Mirror that lies, mirror that lies,
That couldn't be me in the gorilla disguise
They got a room service menu for food and drinks
A porcelain thrown and an aluminum sink
Two big pillows to rest my head
A magic fingers and a king size bed
Put in a quarter, turn out the light
Magic fingers makes you feel alright
Feel alright, feel alright
Magic fingers makes you feel alright
Oh this ole' hotel's alright with me
They pay the postage if you loose the key
This hotel has got a lot of stuff
But I do believe I have had enough
Call my baby said, don't you pout
I'm packin' my bags and I'm checking out
Just as soon as you hang up the telephone
Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home
Comin' home, comin home
Stick a candle in the window, I'm comin' home
Rancho Deluxe (Main Title)
Rancho Deluxe (Main Title)
Rancho Deluxe (Main Title)
A rustler's daydream, thoughts of jail
Dustclouds rising, tearing down the trails
Got our plans made, to make a few bucks
Buy a spread called Rancho Deluxe
No we're not outlaws, or common thieves
Just a few aces, with cards up our sleeves
We've gotta gamble, gotta take a chance
Want to see the whole show, and not just one dance
Yeah we got to try and find a way
We're gonna laugh, we're gonna drink, we're gonna play
Just bouncin' around the mountains day to day
Oh crazy mountain, they named you well
White men and red men, stories we heard tell
Left Me With a Nail to Drive
Left Me With a Nail to Drive
Left Me With a Nail to Drive
Well it's the same old story
Another mobile home broken up
Well I'm eatin' off of a paper plate
Drinkin' from a paper cup
She caught me with another woman
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
Well she stole my car
And left me a nail to drive
She caught me with another woman
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
Well she stole my car
And left me a nail to drive
Yeah she stole my car
And left me a nail to drive
Countin' the Cows Ev'ry Day
Countin' the Cows Ev'ry Day
Countin' the Cows Ev'ry Day
Oh I'm just a cowboy, an old hired hand
Never seen nothin' majestic or grand
I just received a great big tax return
Now I'm off to Las Vegas with money to burn
It's been a while since I last left this town
Bought a new suit and I'm Nevada bound
Gonna make it, gonna break it, I've been there before
Nothin's gone wrong, this town's such a bore
Aw, the train leaves at seven, all go to heaven
Nothin' here to make me stay
'Cause that Las Vegas glitter sure beats kitty litter
Countin' the cows every day
Yeah, the train leaves at seven, on up to heaven
Nothin' here to make me stay
'Cause that Las Vegas glitter sure beats kitty litter
Countin' the cows every day
And countin' the cows every day
Rancho Deluxe (End Title)
Rancho Deluxe (End Title)
Rancho Deluxe (End Title)
Cold blue morning, the game is done
Nobody lost and nobody won
So shuffle the cards up, play it again
Really don't matter, if we lose or still win
Yeah we gotta try and find a way
Bouncin' around the mountains day to day
Oh crazy mountain, they named you well
White men and red men, stories that we heard tell
You're so mellow from your timber wine
From your sweet grass foothills, to your timberline
Ah yeah we gotta try and find a way
Gonna laugh, we're gonna drink, we're gonna play
Oh bouncin' around the mountains day to day
Livingston Saturday Night
Livingston Saturday Night
LIVINGSTON SATURDAY NIGHTJimmy Buffett
You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight,
You take a few tokes, make you feel all right,
Rockin' and rollin' on a Livingston Saturday Night.
Pickup's washed and you just got paid.
With any luck at all you might even get laid,
'Cause they're pickin' and a-kickin'
on a Livingston Saturday Night.
So won't you listen to the sound of a hot country band,
Boot heels shufflin' on the dance floor Sam
Sing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool,
Hittin' on the honeys right out of high school.
Yeah, fifteen may get you twenty,
but that's all right,
"Cause they're rockin and a rollin' on a
Livingston Saturday Night
So won't you listen to the sound of the hot country band,
Boot heels shufflin' on the dance floor Sam,
Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg,
Temperature is rising, better pop another keg.
Fifteen may get you twenty, but that's all right,
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a
Livingston Saturday Night.
Wonder Why You Ever Go Home
Wonder Why You Ever Go Home
WONDER WHY WE EVER GO HOME
Jimmy Buffett
Years grow shorter, not longer,
the more you've been on your own.
Feelin's for movin' grow stronger'
so you wonder why you ever go home,
wonder why you ever go home.
People are movin' so quickly.
Humor's in need of repair.
Same occupations and same obligations;
they've really got nothing to share,
like drivin' around with no spare.
River gets deeper not shallow,
the further you move down the stream.
Wonderin'if I can keep her as I
race to keep up with my dreams.
How they shine and glitter and gleam.
Repeat First Verse
Can't Remember When I Slept Last
Can't Remember When I Slept Last
Can't Remember When I Slept Last
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
Gonna sit right down and buy myself a drink
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
Gonna sit right down and buy myself a drink
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
I'm gonna sit right down and buy myself a drink
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
I'm gonna sit right down and buy myself a drink
Door Number Three
Door Number Three
Door Number Three A1AOh I took a wrong turn, it was the right turn
My turn to have me a ball
Boys at the shop told me just where to stop
If I wanted to play for it all
I didn't know I'd find her on daytime TV
My whole world lies waiting behind door number three
I chose my apparel, wore a beer barrel
And they rolled me to the very first row
I held a big sign that said "Kiss me I'm a baker,
and Monty I sure need the dough!"
Then I grabbed that sucker by the throat
Until he called on me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
And I don't want what Jay's got on his table
Or the box Carol Merrill points to on the floor
No, I'll hold out just as long as I am able
Until I can unlock that lucky door
Well, she's no big deal to most folks
But she's everything to me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walking down your hall
God be, I lost my seat but I'm not a man to crawl
No I didn't get rich you son of a bitch
I'll be back just wait and see
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Yes my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Dallas
Dallas
Dallas A1AIf you ever get the chance to go to Dallas
Take it from me, pass it by
Cause you'll only sing the blues down in Dallas
Take it from me, don't go and cry
Chorus
And I'm leaving this town as soon as I can
Gonna stop off for a while and see my woman
People do you wrong down in Dallas
I know well, they've done it to me
Stealin' all your bread, they're so callous
I know well, just look and see
Chorus
And people like me just can't be free
The promo man won't let us us be
If the people who knew could get away
I'm real sure they'd leave today
Now come on down and lose your mental balance
Look at me, half crazy now
Talkin' to chairs, strange and I know it
Look at me I'm doin' in now
Presents to Send You
Presents to Send You
Presents to Send You A1AWell now I'm in love with a fast moving angel
Dresses like the city girls do
When we're apart there's no ache in my heart
When we're together we're a hell of a crew
Chorus
And I got presents to send you
Even got money to lend you
But honey I could never ever pretend
your not there on my mind
There sits a fifth of tequila
God I swore I'd never drink it again
But my last little bout
I had my hair pulled out by a man
who wasn't really my friend
And I know I'll never see him again
Chorus
Thought I might sail down to Bridgetown
Spend some time in the Barbados sun
But my plans took a skid when I smoked the whole lid
And wound up where I'd begun
Yes and... Chorus
Stories We Could Tell
Stories We Could Tell
Stories We Could Tell A1ATalkin' to myself again
wonderin' if this traveling is good
Is they're something else a doin'
We'd be doin' if we could
All the stories we could tell
If it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
And listen to the stories we could tell
Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee
Name plate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
Scars upon the face told about all the times he fell
Singin' all the stories he could tell
All the stories he could tell
And I bet you it still rings like a bell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
And listen to all the stories it could tell
If your on the road trackin' down your every night
Playin' for a livin' beneath the brightly colored lights
If you ever wonder why you ride the carousel
You do it for the stories you can tell
All the stories we could tell
And if it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
Just listen to the stories we could
Yes I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some hotel
And listen to the stories it could tell
Life Is Just a Tire Swing
Life Is Just a Tire Swing
Life is Just a Tire SwingA1A
I remember the smell of the creosote plant,
When we'd have to eat on Easter with my
Crazy old uncle and aunt.
They lived in a big house Antebellum style,
And the wind would blow across the old bayou,
And I was a tranquil little child.
Life was just a tire swing.
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
And I never knew a thing about pain.
Life was just a tire swing.
In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp;
Yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter
In our pup tent with a lamp.
And in a few days Baxter went home,
And he left me by myself.
And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way,
And I could get along without any help.
Life was just a tire swing.
And I've never been west of New Orleans
Nor east of Pensacola.
My only contact with the outside
world was an RCA Victrola.
Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about
expensive cars, and who would've figured twenty
years later I'd be rubbing shoulders with the stars.
Life was just a tire swing.
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
Chasin' after sparrows with rubber tip arrows,
Knowin' I could never hurt a thing,
And life was just a tire swing.
Then the other morning on some Illinois road
I fell asleep at the wheel,
But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell'
telephone pole, and a bunch of Grant Wood
Faces screaming, 'Is he still alive?'
But through the window could see
it hangin' from a tree, and I knew
I had survived.
Life was just a tire swing.
Jambalaya's still the best song that I can sing.
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
And I finally learned a lot about pain,
'cause life is just a tire swing.
A Pirate Looks at Forty
A Pirate Looks at Forty
A Pirate Looks at Forty A1AMother, 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.
Migration
Migration
MIGRATIONJimmy Buffett
Lookin 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 too clear.
I'm just livin' in the sunshine,
Stay contented most of the time.
Yeah, listening 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 happening 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.
Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season
Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season
Trying to Reason with the Hurricane SeasonA1A
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 abouts,
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.
Nautical Wheelers
Nautical Wheelers
Nautical WheelersA1A
Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors
Play fiddle tunes under the stars.
Petticoats rustle, working shoes scuffle,
Hustle on down to the bars.
Where the jukebox is blastin'
and the liquor is flowing
an occasional bottle of wine.
That's cause everyone here is just more than
contented to be living and dying in three quarter time.
Chorus
And It's dance with me, dance with me
Nautical Wheelers.
Take me to stars that you know.
Come on and dance with me,
Nautical Wheelers
I want so badly to go.
Well the left foot it'll follow where the
Right foot has traveled down to the
Sidewalks unglued.
And into the street of my city so neat,
Where nobody cares what you do.
And Sonja's just grinnin'
And Phil is ecstatic and
Mason has jumped in the sea.
While I'm hangin' on to a line
from my sailboat oh,
Nautical Wheelers save me.
Chorus
Well the sunrise will bring on the
sleep that's escaped us and
everyone's off to their bed.
There will be huggin' and sqeezin',
a little pleasin' and teasin'
and rubbin' of each others' head.
So won't you dream on comrades;
seems nothing affects you,
nothing, no reason no rhyme.
That's cause everyone here is just more than
contented to be living and dying in three quarter time.
Tin Cup Chalice
Tin Cup Chalice
Tin Cup Chalice A1AI want to go back to the island,
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'.
Give me oysters and beer for dinner every 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
Makin' Music for Money
Makin' Music for Money
Makin' Music for MoneyA1AWhen I woke up this morning
I was tired as I could be
I think I was counting my money
When I should have been counting sheep
My agent he just called me
and told me what I should be
If I would make my music for money
Instead of making music for me
Chorus
I said I know that this may sound funny
But money don't mean nothin' to me
I won't make my music for money, no
I'm gonna make my music for me
He said that people only buy the love songs.
Rock and roll is not too long
He said son you got to be commercial
If you want to turn the people on.
And I said turning on the people
Now that's a beautiful place to be
But if I spend my time makin' memorable rhyme
Well who's gonna turn on me?
Chorus
Well now, I went up the country
And I'll tell you all about the scene
I found a place with much charm and much grace
That was untouched by the music machine
Well the people where havin' a good time
Makin' music all day long
And nobody cared if they ever got paid
One penny for playin' a song
Pencil Thin Mustache
Pencil Thin Mustache
PENCIL-THIN MUSTACHEJimmy Buffett
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.
Come Monday
Come Monday
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
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
Ringling, Ringling
Ringling, Ringling
RINGLING, RINGLINGRingling, Ringling
Slippin' away
Only forty people, livin' there today
Streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It's a dyin' little town
Church windows broken
That place ain't been used in years
Jail don't have a sheriff or a cell
And electric trains they run by maybe once or twice a month
Easin' it on down to Musselshell
Ringling, Ringling
Slippin' away
Only forty people livin' there today
`Cause the streets are dusty and the bank had been torn down
It's a dyin' little town
And across from the bar there's a pile of beer cans
Been there twenty-seven years
Imagine all the heart aches and tears
In twenty-seven years of beer
So we hopped back in the rental car
and we hit the cruise control
Pretty soon the town was out of sight
Tho we left behind a fat barmaid, a cowboy and a dog
Racin' for a Ringling Friday night
Ringling, Ringling
Your just slippin' away
I wonder how many people will be there a year from today
`Cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It's a dyin' little town
It's a dyin' little town
Brahma Fear
Brahma Fear
BRAHMA FEARI'd like to ride the rodeo
But I've got Brahma fear
So I'll just stick to airplanes
Gently pop my ears
Drink alot of whiskey
It gives me such a glow
It makes me quite immobile
Ah but it let's my feeling show
And I'm somewhere below the spotlight
Somewhere below the ground
You dig deep enough you might find me
Find me, and you've found my sound
Yes, I own a whaler boat
It slides across the sea
Some folks say I'm part of it
And I know it's part of me
And when I'm feelin' solitaire
It let's me be alone
And when I want to have a taste
It carries me back home
And I'm somewhere below the sunlight
Somewhere upon the sea
You dig deep enough you might find me
Find me, cause that's where I'll be
Yes, I drink alot of whiskey
It gives me such a glow
It makes me quite immobile
But it let's my feelin's show
Yes, it makes me quite immobile
Ah, but it let's my feelin's show
Brand New Country Star
Brand New Country Star
BRAND NEW COUNTRY STARWell, he out grew his sequin suit
Sold his Trailways bus
Let his hair get a little too long
Duck tails bit the dust
His custom made, pearl inlaid guitar
slipped from his hands
And in it's place a new electrical one
He had flown in from Japan
Chorus
`Cause he's a cheeseburger eatin'
Abandoned Sunday meetin'
Brand new country star
He rides around in a Lincoln Continental
No steer horns on his car
Oh the record man say he's the livin' end
They're gonna spin him right to the top
Yea, he's a hot roman candle from the Texas panhandle
He can either go country or pop
Got a good ole' friend name of Texas Ben
Tells him all the spots to play
And a sweet little lady, he calls her sexy Sadie
She's with the boy night and day
They're gonna open up a chain of fancy bowling lanes
The first one in his old home town
And on ribbon cutting day they'll come from miles away
The folks will all gather round.
The Wino and I Know
The Wino and I Know
THE WINO AND I KNOWJimmy Buffett
The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan,
He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow;
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet,
To the rhythm that only he knows.
And I've seen him in so many places,
I saw him the night I was born;
In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn.
And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin'
Like the door-to-door salesman knows
the pains of bell ringin'
It's a strange situation,
a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Well the coffee is strong
at the Cafe Du Monde,
And the donuts are too hot to touch;
But just like a fool, when those
sweet goodies cool, I ate 'til I ate way too much.
Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me,
Be they pastries or lobsters or love;
I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy,
In a world full of pushin' and shove.
And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin',
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pick-up
truck rustin'.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Sweet Senorita, Won't you please come with me?
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea;
Back to the only place that I want to be.
And the Wino and I know the joys of the ocean,
Like a boy knows the joys of his milkshake
in motion.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown
West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown
WEST NASHVILLE GRAND BALLROOM GOWN
Standin' on side of the highway 4 exit
A lady in tie die, a bag by her side
Not really lookin' like anything special
Saw Tennessee tags and she waved for a ride
Sat right beside me as the meter hit sixty
Explainin' her travels and her family background
When she got thru I could not help but thinkin'
She's a long way from a West Nashville grand ballroom gown
Her father had money and her mother had love
Channeled entirely to her dear sister Dove
Twenty-two years in societies plan
Canceled at the swing of her dear mothers hand
Six hours later we hit Cincinnati
Yawning she woke and asked where we were
When she found out she said "I must be going"
This close to Nashville was too close for her
So I stopped by the roadside and I gave her five dollars
She took it then kissed me and gave me a note
She told me just to read it then mail it in Nashville
On old loose leaf paper to her mother she wrote
She said Momma I'm fine if you happen to wonder
I don't have much money but I still get around
I haven't made church in near thirty-six Sundays
So fuck all those West Nashville grand ballroom gowns
Yea, she's a long way from the West Nashville grand
ballroom gowns
Saxophones
Saxophones
SAXOPHONESI 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
Ballad of Spider John
Ballad of Spider John
BALLAD OF SPIDER JOHNSpider John is my name friend
I'm in between freights and I sure would be obliged
If you'd share your company
I know this may sound strange to you
But if you wait 'til the song is sung and the story's told
You might come to understand
Why I'm old and bent and devil's been runnin' out of time
When I long ago held a royal flush in my hand.
Oh, I was a super market fool, I was a roll-the-bank, a
stool pigeon,
Robbing my hometown
I thought I'd lost the blues, yes, I thought I'd paid my dues
I thought I'd found the life to suit my style
But here I sit ol' Spider John
The robber man
Long, tall and handsome
Yes, ol' Spider John with the loaded hand
Taking ransom
Then one day I met Diamond Lil
She was the sweetest thing, I declare,
That the summer breeze ever blown my way
But, lady, she had no idea my illustrious occupation
She thought I was a saint, not a sinner gone astray
But you see that word got around and Lily left town
Never saw her again
Tossin' and turnin', causin' my heart to grieve
Oh, I was a super market fool, I was roll-the-bank, stool pigeon
Robbing my hometown.
I thought I'd lost my blues, thought I'd paid my dues
I thought I'd found the life to suit my style.
But here I sit ol' Spider John,
The robber man
Long, tall and handsome
Yes, ol' Spider John with the loaded hand
Taking ransom
That is all my story
Been these thirty years since I took to the road
Find my precious jewel one
If you see my Lily, won't you give her my regards
Tell her ol' Spider got tangled
In the black web that he spun
You can tell her that ol' Spider got tangled
In the black web that he spun
God's Own Drunk
God's Own Drunk
GOD'S OWN DRUNKBy: Lord Buckley
Well, like to explain to you all before,
I ain't no drinkin' man
I tried it once and it got me highly irregular
And I swore I'd never do it again
I promised my brother in-law that I'd go up watch his still
While he went in to town to vote
It was right up on the mountain
where the map said it would be
Friends let me tell you one thing,
tho it wasn't no ordinary still
It stood up on that mountainside
like a hugh golden opal
God's yeller moon shinin' on the cool clear evenin'
God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off in the heavens
Like I explain'd to you once before I ain't no drinkin' man
But temptation got the best of me
And I took a slash
That yella whiskey runnin' down my throat
like honey dew vine water
And I took another slash,
Took another'n an another'n an another'n
For you knew I'd downed one whole jug of that shit
and commenced to gettin' hot flashes
Goose pimples was runnin' up and down my body
And a feelin' came over me
like somethin' I'd never experienced before
It was like, like I was in love
In love for the first time, with anything that moved
Animate, inanimate it didn't matter
It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on an' off
in my brain sayin' "Jimmy Buffett there's a great day a comin'"
`Cause I was drunk
I wasn't knee crawlin', slip slidin', Reggie Youngin'
Commode huggin' drunk
I was God's own drunk and a fearless man
And that's when I first saw the bear
He was a Kodiak lookin' fella `bout nineteen feet tall
He rambled up over the hill
expectin' me to do one of two things,
Flip or fly, I didn't do either one
It hung him up
He started sniffin' around my body tryin' to smell fear
But he ain't gonna smell no fear `cause
I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man
It hung him up
He looked right in my eyes, and my eyes
was a lot redder than his was
It hung him up
So I approached him, I said "Mr. Bear, I love
every hair on your twenty-seven acre body
I know you got a lot of friends over there
on the other side of the hill
There's ole' rare bear, tall bear, Freddy bear, Kelly bear
Really bear, smelly the bear, smokey the bear,
pokey the bear
I want you to go back over there tonight
And tell them I'm feelin' right
You tell them I love each and everyone of them
like a brother and a sister
But if they give me any trouble tonight
I'm gonna run every God damn one of them off the hill"
He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think
Neither did I but bein' charitable and cautious
Well hell I approached him again
I said "Mr. Bear, You know in the eyes of the Lord
we're both beasts when it comes right down to it
So I want you to be my buddy, Buddy bear"
So I took ole' buddy bear by his island size paw
and I led him over to the still
He's a sniffin' around that thing cause
he's smellin' somethin' good
I gave him one of them jugs of honey dew vine water
He downed it up right
Looked like one of them damn bears in the circus
Sippin' sasparilly in the moonlight
I gave him another'n an another'n an another'n
For I knew it he downed eight of them
and commenced to doin' the bear dance
Two snips, a snort, a fly turn, and a grunt
It was so simple like the jitter bug
It plum evaded me
We worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar
And I was awful tired and went over to the hillside
and I laid down and went to sleep
Slept for four hours and dreampt me some tremulous dreams
When I woke up, there was God's yeller moon
shinin' on the clear cool evenin'
God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off
in the heavens
My buddy the bear was a missin'
Want to know something else friends and neighbors
So was that still
Livingston's Gone to Texas
Livingston's Gone to Texas
LIVINGSTON'S GONE TO TEXASJimmy Buffett
Nothing here is different
Nothings changed at all
Livingston's gone to Texas
They say he had a ball
They say he learned to be a cowboy
They say he learned to rope and ride
But I wonder if he ever thinks about the tears his woman cried
Now Holly won't you let me
Try and make you smile
You loved him as if he were your husband
Now he'll be gone awhile
Wrote he had to see the country
On starry nights he wished that you were there
And so it shows wherever he goes
Deep inside you know he really cares
It's crazy and it's different
But it's really being free
And reasons the world would want to question
Makes sense to you and me
Nothing here is different
Nothing's changed at all
Livingston's still in Texas
The snows about to fall
Ace
ACEJimmy Buffett
It hardly seems a long time just a minute of the day
When the man who stood beside me more than gave himself away
The food stain on his spotted shirt a gray beard on his face
A man composed of many names so I just called him Ace
Ace can't read and Ace can't write and
He sleeps on a bench at night
A little man the world has left behind
He ain't bitter he ain't sweet
Makes his living on the street
Never knowin' what he's gonna find
Born in Mississippi pickin' cotton as a child
Left soon for the city where he heard that life was wild
That was fifty years ago when nothin's really strange
From a poor dirt farm to dirty streets is really not much change
Ace can't read and Ace can't write and
He sleeps on a bench at night
A little man the world has left behind
He ain't bitter he ain't sweet
Makes his living on the street
Never knowin' what he's gonna find
Go back to the country no he really can't do that
Wasted years have left him nothin' but an old straw hat
So he puts it on his head and waves a last good-bye
With no time left to turn around and no time to ask why
Ace can't read and Ace can't write and
He sleeps on a bench at night
A little man the world has left behind
He ain't bitter he ain't sweet
Makes his living on the street
Never knowin' what he's gonna find
This old world has left poor Ace behind
Rockefeller Square
Rockefeller Square
ROCKERFELLER SQUAREJimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
Did you ever just want to lay down
Tell the world you've had enough
Did you ever just want to drop out
When the goin' got a little bit rough
Have you ever walked the sidewalks hungry
Have you ever really had the blues
So now you want to see how the other half lives
Well brother whatcha got to lose
Whatcha got to lose if you leave your home
And you never think of ever goin' back
Your father's makin' money for the good of the country
And your mother's out bettin' at the track
Camptown ladies sing them songs doo dah doo dah
Now you want to let your hair grow long
And get a little pad uptown
Throw away your checkbook and all your credit cards
And use your wits to get around
So you think it's gonna make you happy
See your story in the evening news
Makin' a game out of pointin' the blame
Brother whatcha got to lose
Hey lonely Rockefeller Square
The underground world don't fit a millionaire
Hey Rocky whatcha gonna do
First time you've ever had the pressure on you
But Rock when the rockin' and the bummin' is through
There'll still be piece of Daddy's kingdom for you
Rocky you sure hurt your mama
And your daddy's got an ulcer for you
With the stock market shot and the war's still hot
It was sure was a cruel thing to do
(So don't cry boy)
Hey lonely Rockefeller Square
The underground world don't fit a millionaire
Hey Rocky whatcha gonna do
First time you've ever had the pressure on you
But Rock when the rockin' and the bummin' is through
There'll still be piece of Daddy's kingdom for you
Money today money to pay
Don't you go gay
Rocky better pray
Bend a Little
Bend a Little
BEND A LITTLEJimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
Evil it's been here all along
Good things they just seem to have come and gone
In my life I have seen so much go wrong
And there's only one way left for us to get along
You got to bend a little one way or the other
You got to leave your mind open to discover
Seems I've been fightin' it all along
You got to bend a little no matter which side you're on
Or soon you'll be gone
Papers they print it every day
Housewife wraps the garbage then throws it away
I don't guess she thinks they have that much to say
But when the time is right she'll be the lady with so much to pay
You got to bend a little one way or the other
You got to leave your mind open to discover
Seems I've been fightin' it all along
You got to bend a little no matter which side you're on
Or soon you'll be gone
History it teaches much too well
Nations had to rise up before they fell
And my eyes see the story they're tryin' to tell
And tonight I think I heard the final toll of the bell
We better...
Bend a little one way or the other
You got to leave your mind open to discover
Seems I've been fightin' it all along
You got to bend a little no matter which side you're on
Or soon you'll be gone
In the Shelter
In the Shelter
IN THE SHELTERJimmy Buffett
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.
Death Valley Lives
Death Valley Lives
DEATH VALLEY LIVESJimmy Buffett
It's the ways of her father
If she's gonna change she hasn't done it yet
And the desert is calling to me
Run before the final trap is set
All roads lead to the city
Where the dudes and the dykes all look the same
Lady lays out the pattern
With the parts of her body that seem tame
Death Valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives
Act like a child and I'll respond with my well-rehearsed farewell
Quoting the verse that you bought but weren't quite prepared to sell
Saying I think I love you
Maybe I care
It's not fair
Death Valley lives and Tracy Isn't sure what really gives
And it's a sore spot when the room's burning hot
And the desert air just cannot bring you down
Still the bed's warm but a cold arm
Keeps me floating inches off the ground
Death Valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives
Go paint your toes wipe your nose and then come say good-bye
And all along tell yourself that I'm wrong if I try
Cryin' sorry it's over
I'm not to blame
What a game
Death Valley lives now I'm not even sure what really gives.
High Cumberland Dilemma
High Cumberland Dilemma
HIGH CUMBERLAND JUBILEEJimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
Maybe leaving's better in the afternoon
When the rain don't fall so hard
From where we were we had to look down far below
To see just what went on in our own backyard
Coming down slow without a thing to show
Wondering what went on while we were up there
Mountain roads now asphalt highways
That we once called heaven skyways
Children lost what is the cost to get back home again
La La La La La La La La Laaaaa
La La La La La La La La Laaaaa
It was a high Cumberland Jubilee
Such a high Cumberland Jubilee
England
England
ENGLANDJimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
I have watched as the sun went down
I have crashed as the room spun around
Now she's gone, she can't be found
And I'm down where I've been before
Sat and watched as she walked out the door
Can't explain why the woman's so
It's gonna rain some more
Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was England
Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare
Now I wonder if she's there
'Cause she took every cent of mine
Paid it all to the Pan Am line
Though she's gone, I hope she's fine
Fly love of mine
Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was England
Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare
Now I wonder if she's there
So tally-ho
Jolly good show
My woman's gone to England
The Hangout Gang
The Hangout Gang
THE HANG OUT GANGJimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
The tour bus passed here yesterday
Exciting all the fools who pay
To see the naked lady in our yard
The hang out gang is back in town
Rumor has it going 'round they brought back
Four new groupies and a St. Bernard
We're peaceful and abiding cats
Some call gypsies some call brats
But bare feet don't tear streets up like their bus
All we were doin' was hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
The fast approachin' local heat was poundin' out the southeast beat
When they came upon Koochie in our yard
She smiled "Sir, I meant no harm just a little suntan on my arm
They wound up takin' in our St. Bernard
(He didn't tag you'all)
All we were doin' was hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we gods children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
Now you hang with me and I'll hang with you and we'll hang out
'Til we both turn blue
Mama I'm guilty of hangin' out
All we were doin' was hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we gods children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
God Don't Own a Car
God Don't Own a Car
GOD DON'T OWN A CARJimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
I have been out wanderin'
I have traveled far
One conclusion I have made
Is God don't own a car
He don't wear no fancy clothes
He'd rather take the bus
He would pay air tourist fare
So He could sit with us
He don't have no tambourine
Guitar or slide trombone
The music we make here on Earth
But the words are His own
And when we finally reach His home
And walk among the stars
He'll join our band then we'll understand
Why God don't own a car
Livingston's Gone to Texas
Livingston's Gone to Texas
LIVINGSTON'S GONE TO TEXASJimmy Buffett
Nothing here is different
Nothings changed at all
Livingston's gone to Texas
They say he had a ball
They say he learned to be a cowboy
They say he learned to rope and ride
But I wonder if he ever thinks about the tears his woman cried
Now Holly won't you let me
Try and make you smile
You loved him as if he were your husband
Now he'll be gone awhile
Wrote he had to see the country
On starry nights he wished that you were there
And so it shows wherever he goes
Deep inside you know he really cares
It's crazy and it's different
But it's really being free
And reasons the world would want to question
Makes sense to you and me
Nothing here is different
Nothing's changed at all
Livingston's still in Texas
The snows about to fall
Travelin' Clean
Travelin' Clean
TRAVELIN' CLEANJimmy Buffett
You go to Fargo
We'll meet in Chicago
Travelin' light and travelin' clean
In my nine wheel blue and white travelin' machine
And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone
No time to look back
We've crossed the last track
Travelin' free and travelin' wild
With my barefoot blue-eyed travelin' child
And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone
Run away Queen
Travelin 'clean
You tell your mother
That you love another
Runnin' with a free-born man
That asks more of you than your hand
And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone
Run away Queen
Travelin 'clean
You go to Fargo
We'll meet in Chicago
Travelin' light and travelin' clean
In my nine wheel blue and white travelin' machine
And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone
Come away travelin' queen
The Christian
The Christian
The Christian
It's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven
Didn't you forget the golden rule
You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor
But he's a little smart for you to fool
You complain how you forgets the gospel
You remind them seek and you shall find
Maybe youth will have a time for seeking
After they clean up what you left behind
Cause it's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven
Didn't you forget the golden rule
You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor
But he's a little smart for you to fool
You were right there when the plate was passed last Sunday
That's the second time you've been to church all year
Could you really call yourself a Christian
If charity cost half as much as beer
Hey
You pray a little more as you grow older
You get religion as your hair turns gray
But you don't need to worry about hereafter
Just worry what you're going to do today
Cause it's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven
Didn't you forget the golden rule
You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor
But he's a little smart for you to fool
Yes my friend I think you've blown your cool
Ellis Dee (He Ain't Free)
Ellis Dee (He Ain't Free)
ELLIS DEEJimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
Why is he cussin' and calling disgustin'
The city that is now his home
He never smiles or keeps up with styles
He is black and he is all alone
And you ask why he's this way
Well brother you're too blind to see
It's 'cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me
Get out of the street don't get high on my beat
Go on home the policeman warns
Just 'cause you're poor why do you declare war
I can't help the way you were born
Why are they holdin' him down
He's spending his life on his knees
'Cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me
Chorus:
Got to help Ellis
Got to help Ellis
You know we got to help Ellis Ellis Dee
Try and help Ellis you and me
Got to get to Ellis hear his plea
Try and help Ellis get free
Ellis got hooked he got booked and he shook
In his cold little shivery cell
While out on the street in that same funky beat
Mister pusher was doing well
And Ellis Junior cries tears his daddy can't see
'Cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me
Chorus
'Cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me
No Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me
Richard Frost
Richard Frost
Richard Frost
Richard frost left alabama heading west to find his fame
Only got to oklahoma and that's where he changed his name
Now he plays a little tavern all the drunks say he's a star
Hollywood forgot his number now he's stuck in kelly's bar
But is he happy my friend
Or does he pretend?
Is every song a routine chore?
Well he every decide
To go and not hide
Behind his fear and kelly's backstage door
Richard frost draws 90 people and on weekends lines grow long
Singing loud and laughing with them the crowd reacts to every song
Bigger worlds (? ) can't help but make you more aware of what you see
Afraid of what's beyond just eyesight keeps the worlds in harmony
La da da da da da
La da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da
La da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
The Missionary
The Missionary
THE MISSIONARYJimmy Buffett
I didn't know we were at war
I've been away so long
Trying to help once lost men
Distinguish right from wrong
I didn't know we killed the men
Our leaders proud and strong
The situation's changed my friend
I've been away too long
I taught my friends
How we had gained respect for every man
And freedom flowed like jungle streams
While peace embraced the land
I told them how we'd learn to change
Our sword blades into plows
I told them how they should learn from us
What should I tell them now
Chorus:
'Cause I didn't know we were at war
I've been away so long
Trying to help once lost men
Distinguish right from wrong
The jungle silence shut them off
From civilized mankind
Their nakedness was no disgrace
No censors could I find
The population lived in peace
All brothers on their own
And now that I have seen the mess
I don't think I'll go home
'Cause I didn't know we were at war
I've been away so long
I told them they should learn from us
I think I told them wrong
A Mile High in Denver
A Mile High in Denver
A MILE HIGH IN DENVERJimmy Buffett
Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages
Lookin' at the world through magazine pages
I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range
Made this stop for personal reasons
I didn't know I'd catch the changin' of the seasons
Where winter dictates everything from frost to naked trees
I'm about a mile high in Denver
Where the rock meets timberline
I've walked this ground from town to town
Just to finally call it mine
Lookin' for the cloud with a styrofoam lining
Hopin' that the sun will keep on shining
Leading me to distant peace that waits so patiently
Need a little love to try some givin'
Try a little love and then start livin'
Things I feared so long ago
When everything was wrong
I'm about a mile high in Denver
Where the rock meets timberline
I've walked this ground from town to town
Tonight I'll call it mine
Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages
Lookin' at the world through magazine pages
I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range
Need a little time to try some livin'
Try a little love and then start givin'
Things I feared so long ago
When everything was wrong
I'm about a mile high in Denver
Where the rock meets timberline
Where God and trees create the breeze
Tonight I'll call it mine
The Captain and the Kid
The Captain and the Kid
THE CAPTAIN AND THE KIDJimmy Buffett
I never use to miss the chance
to climb upon his knee and listen
to the many tales of life upon the sea.
We'd go sailing back on barkentines and
talk of things he did, tomorrow just a
day away for the Captain and the Kid.
His world had gone from sailing ships
to raking mom's back yard;
he never could adjust to land although
he tried so hard.
We both were growing older then and
wiser with our years;
that's when I came to understand
the course his heart still steers.
He died about a month ago
while winter filled the air,
and though I cried, I was so proud
to love a man so rare.
He's somewhere on the ocean now,
the place he ought to be;
with one hand on the starboard rail,
he's waving back at me.
For the Captain and this kid.
Captain America
Captain America
CAPTAIN AMERICAJimmy Buffett
Can you tell me where I might find my friend and companion
He looks a little different from anything you've seen
He likes to beat the bass drum for justice and salvation
He's got the brains of Einstein and brawn of Mister Clean
He's a lightin flash who makes the dash from one coast to the other
To stop a crime or lend a dime or help his aging mother
Captain America we love you, Captain America you're grand
Oh Spiro Agnew eat your heart out, Captain America's our man
He wears a mask his clothes are weird and some folks call him hokie
But he is hip and just can't dig the okie from Muskogie
Captain will help anyone a friend or a stranger
Now number one without a gun he's bypassed the Lone Ranger
He's a do do good who loves apple pie and kisses little babies
He'll guard you against everything from atom bombs to rabies
Captain America we love you, Captain America you're grand
Oh Spiro Agnew eat your heart out, Captain America's our man
Can you tell me where I might find my friend and companion
He looks a little different from anything you've seen
He likes to beat the bass drum for justice and salvation
He's got the brains of Einstein and brawn of Mister Clean
He's a lightin flash who makes the dash from one coast to the other
To stop a crime or lend a dime or help his aging mother
Captain America we love you, Captain America you're grand
Oh Spiro Agnew eat your heart out, Captain America's our man
Ain't He a Genius
Ain't He a Genius
Ain't He a Genius
See the lady
Smiles as if to tell
Her son remembers everyone
Treats 'em all quite well
He never asked for promises
And now his fame is wide
And everyone who knew him well shares a little pride
Ain't he a genius?
The boy's become a star
And he smiles upon the faces
Who wish they could go far
Not long ago they criticized
The genius only wrote
And now they listen spellbound
With lumps caught in their throats
His virtue was sheer poverty
His vice was reading plays
While other children starved and fought
He learned just what to say
Through tension and confession
He beat the monster down
Then surfaced in society no longer underground
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Now they remember
Talk only of his good
While jealousy flows in their veins
And says I wish I could
Ain't he a genius?
Turnabout
Turnabout
TURNABOUT
Jimmy Buffett
As large as life she stood there
Kissed my cheek and called my old nickname
And though several years had passed
Both of us still looked quite the same
I said Hi, relaxed a bit then asked her how she'd been all these years
She told me she was feeling fine and came to see a friend who lived up here
She told me she had finished school
And then went on to college for a year
I asked if she had married
And slowly down her cheek there came a tear
She said just an itchy eye it must be the weather way up here
Told her I can't stand the cold
It freezes me and I can't feel my ears
We talked a bit about Mobile
And thought about how it has never changed
I told her I was comin' home to spend some time
And hoped it wouldn't rain
She asked if she could see me then
And we could spend some time now and then
Because I lived so far away
Was still no chance why we could not be friends
I drove her to the waiting plane
And watched that big jet streaking through the sky
Thought about the sad young girl
And the time that I just saw her cry
That flame must still be burning bright
I think I'll catch a later flight today
It's time for me to go on home and spend a day or two down by the bay.
There's Nothin' Soft About Hard Times
There's Nothin' Soft About Hard Times
THERE'S NOTHING SOFT ABOUT HARD TIMESJimmy Buffett
Every day held a new surprise
I watched the hunger burning in my sister's eyes
The paste-board shack we called home
Would haunt me in my dreams
'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
We never knew anything groovy
A dime meant bread and not a movie
The muscles that controlled my smile were rarely ever used
'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
Had to go 'cause I could see I wasn't meant for poverty
The family ties were broken soon and I went off to find the moon
So I sit on a bench in Jackson Square
I drink my wine and I breathe the midnight air
Tomorrow I'll just hit the street and bum another dime
'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
Had to go 'cause I could see I wasn't meant for poverty
The family ties were broken soon and I went off to find the moon
So I sit on a bench in Jackson Square
I drink my wine and I breathe the midnight air
Tomorrow I'll just hit the street and bum another dime
'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times.
I Can't Be Your Hero Today
I Can't Be Your Hero Today
I CAN'T BE YOUR HERO TODAYJimmy Buffett
It's never been the same since you returned from dreamin'
With your nursery rhyme excuses and your picture postcards gleamin'
Tellin' everyone who looks your way 'bout people and their sinnin'
While your left field verse is fallin' in proportion to your winnin'
And I can't be your hero today
I'm through with the simple games you play
It just might take some time to even up the score
But I can't be your soldier home from war
And there you sit shining that there's still hope for us
While nature holds the handcuffs on a Capricorn and Taurus
There's nothing you can do or say to get me to your camp
Go fill up all your savings books and buy yourself a lamp
And I can't be your hero today
Your wholesale price is much too high to pay
Bargain basement atmosphere is no way to sell love
And I can't be your superman above
No I can't be your hero today
That is all I really want to say
Go find a leading man who wants to play
But I can't be your hero today
Truckstop Salvation
Truckstop Salvation
TRUCKSTOP SALVATIONJimmy Buffett
Straight-laced leather-faced he rolled in like he owned the two-bit town
Dollar bills bulging from his bell bottomed jeans
The population they gathered 'round
Nothing this exciting since a fertilizer truck
Blew a front tire and landed in the creek
Everybody talkin' everybody strainin'
Tryin' to get a little peek
It's just the world they'll never know
Not a country fair side show
Reality they'll somehow never see
He's what they've tried to kill
With their Bibles and their stills
But he's not weird just a man that's bein' free
Payin' for the gas he quickly shouted thanks
And continued on his journey once again
Just about the time a siren fast approached and
The pot bellied sheriff he whizzed right in
With his self inflicted grammar started shoutin'
Accusations at the long haired greasy looking ape
While a local DJ from the fifty watt station got the
whole damn thing on tape
It's just the world they'll never know
Not a country fair side show
Reality they'll somehow never see
He's what they've tried to kill
With their Bibles and their stills
But he's not weird just a man that's bein' free
The holy roller preacher told the eager congregation
That the devil has passed right through their nest
But the teenage girls with their locks in curls were
A talkin' 'bout that hair upon his chest
Now the kids got their cookies while the preacher
Saved some souls and the story spread to everyone in sight
Commotion was the word and everybody heard
He was gone before the night
It's just the world they'll never know
Not a country fair side show
Reality they'll somehow never see
He's what they've tried to kill
With their Bibles and their stills
But he's not weird just a man that's bein' free
Disc 1 - Come Monday
Disc 1 - Come Monday
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
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,
something you tried to explain.
And darling 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 enjoying the scenery,
I know that it's pretty up there.
We can go hiking 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 - Tin Cup Chalice
Disc 1 - Tin Cup Chalice
Tin Cup ChaliceBoats, Beaches, Bars, Ballads
I want to go back to the island,
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the piling.
Give me oysters and beer for dinner every 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 - Growing Older But Not Up
Disc 1 - Growing Older But Not Up
GROWING OLDER BUT NOT UPBy Jimmy Buffett
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 - Coast of Carolina
Disc 1 - Coast of Carolina
Coast Of CarolinaBy Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally
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)
Disc 1 - Paradise
Disc 1 - Paradise
Paradise
I got stuck in paradise
I'm free in my head
Changed my attitude
And my head's turned dred
I just met Mickey Maloney
On the beach down the shore
Said to call him in New York
And come knock on some doors
I thought it was kind
It's not on my mind
I'm sitting here
Doin some quality time
This one's for them babies bigots?
In Madison Avenue
In their stretch limosines
And three page contracts too
And the ??hair of the trendies?
Who didn't have a clue
And if they did, didn't know what to do
And for my buddies in freight elevators
And 8th Avenue
With their flight-cases and axes
And their tokens too
Intelligenes
Show shredded jeans [dreams]?
But still survived by gigs and scenes
And for Bob and they boys
Down in Washington square
I miss you all, I just wish you were here
I got stuck in paradise
I'm free in my head
Changed my attitude
And my head's turned dred
I just met Mickey Maloney
On the beach down the shore
Said to call him in New York
And come knock on some doors
I thought it was kind
It's not on my mind
I'm sitting here
Doin some quality time
Disc 1 - Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans
Disc 1 - Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans
Do You Know What It Means To Miss New OrleansLouis Alter and Eddie Delange
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
Miss her both night and day
I know it's gettin' wrong but the feeling's gettin' stronger
Longer I been away
Miss the moss covered vines the tall sugar pines
Where mockin' birds used to sing
I'd love to see that ole lazy Mississippi hurryin' into spring
Moonlight on the bayou Creole tunes fill the air
I dream of magnolia's in bloom wishin you where here
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more, I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans
Moonlight on the bayou sweet magnolia blossoms in the air
How I long to see that mighty Mississippi runnin' into spring
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more, I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans
More than I miss New Orleans
Disc 1 - Nautical Wheelers
Disc 1 - Nautical Wheelers
A1A
Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors
Play fiddle tunes under the stars.
Petticoats rustle, working shoes scuffle,
Hustle on down to the bars.
Where the jukebox is blastin'
and the liquor is flowing
an occasional bottle of wine.
That's cause everyone here is just more than
contented to be living and dying in three quarter time.
Chorus
And It's dance with me, dance with me
Nautical Wheelers.
Take me to stars that you know.
Come on and dance with me,
Nautical Wheelers
I want so badly to go.
Well the left foot it'll follow where the
Right foot has traveled down to the
Sidewalks unglued.
And into the street of my city so neat,
Where nobody cares what you do.
And Sonja's just grinnin'
And Phil is ecstatic and
Mason has jumped in the sea.
While I'm hangin' on to a line
from my sailboat oh,
Nautical Wheelers save me.
Chorus
Well the sunrise will bring on the
sleep that's escaped us and
everyones off to their bed.
There'll be huggin' and sqeezin',
a little pleasin' and teasin'
and rubbin' of each others' head.
So won't you dream on comrades;
seems nothing affects you,
nothing, no reason nor rhyme.
That's cause everyone here is just more than
contented to be living and dying in three quarter time.
Disc 1 - Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season
Disc 1 - Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season
Trying to Reason with the Hurricane SeasonSqualls 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.
Disc 1 - Banana Republics
Disc 1 - Banana Republics
BANANA REPUBLICSDown to the Banana Republics
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated American
Hopin' to find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing
Brought by the lure of the sea
Tryin' to find what is ailing
Living in the land of the free
Some of them are running to lovers
Leaving no forward address
Some of them are running tons of ganja
Some are running from the IRS
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senoritas
While they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos
on a bottle of rum and a lime
Singin' give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes
First you learn the native custom
Soon a word of Spanish or two
You know that you cannot trust them
Cause they know they can't trust you
Expatriated American feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies
that they told themselves back home
Down to the Banana Republics
Things aren't as warm as they seem
None of the natives are buying
any second hand American dreams
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senoritas
while they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos
On a bottle of rum and a lime
Singing give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes
Down to the Banana Republics
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans
Hopin' to find some fun
Disc 1 - He Went To Paris
Disc 1 - He Went To Paris
HE WENT TO PARISJimmy Buffett
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 on 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 pilings
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 1 - Last Mango In Paris
Disc 1 - Last Mango In Paris
LAST MANGO IN PARISJimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
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 he 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 2 - L'air De La Louisiane
Disc 2 - L'air De La Louisiane
L'AIR DE LA LOUISIANEJesse Winchester
Promenade dans un bois la vielle Louisiane
Les ombres lougnes nos pas silents
l'air de la Louisiane
Toi et moi ne parlant pas
en sucant d'la canne
Pour un instant je suis content en
l'air de la Louisiane
Pour un instant je suis content en
l'air de la Louisiane
English Lyric
A walk in the woods of old Louisiana
the shadows are long
Our steps are silent in the Louisiana air
You and I say nothing as we suck sugar cane
For one minute I'm happy in the Louisiana air
Disc 2 - Reggaebilly Hill
Disc 2 - Reggaebilly Hill
(Michael Garrett)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 NO ONE FELT A CHILL
THEY LINGERED IN THE VALLEY
DOWN BY REGGAEBILLY 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 REGGAEBILLY 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 REGGAEBILLY 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 REGGAEBILLY 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
Disc 2 - Coast Of Marseilles
Disc 2 - Coast Of Marseilles
Keith Sykes
I sat there on the coast of Marseilles
My thoughts came by like wind through my hand
How good it'd be to hold you
How good it'd be to feel like that again
How good it'd be to feel like that again
Would you be remembering me?
I ask that question time and again
The answer came and haunted me so
I did not want to think it again
I did not want to think it again
You make it hard for me to forget
I haven't stopped loving you yet
When I left the coast of Marseilles
I hadn't done what I'd come to do
I spent all the money I'd saved
And did not get over you
I did not get over you.
Disc 2 - Lovely Cruise
Disc 2 - Lovely Cruise
Drink it up
This ones for you
It's been a lovely cruise
I'm sorry it's ended
It's sad but it's true
Honey it's been a lovely cruise
These moments were left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
There's wind in our hair
And there's water in our shoes
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
These moments we're left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
And those harbor lights
Aw they're coming into view
We bid our farewell much too soon
So drink it up
This one's for you
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
Yea baby, it's been a lovely cruise
Oh darlin' it's been a lovely cruise
Disc 2 - Oysters and Pearls
Disc 2 - Oysters and Pearls
Beach House on the Moon
Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927
Thumbed his nose at gravity
And climbed into the heavens.
When he returned to earth that night everything changed,
For the pilot and the planet, everything was rearranged.
We're a pretty mixed up bunch
Of crazy human beans
It's written on our rocket ships
And in early cave wall scenes.
How does it happen,
How do we know,
Who sits and watches
Who does the show?
Chorus
Some people love to lead
And some refuse to dance.
Some play it safely, other take a chance.
Still it's all a mystery
This place we call the world
Where most live as oysters
While some become pearls.
Elvis was the only man from Northeast Mississippi
Who could shake his hips and still be loved by rednecks, cops and hippies.
It's something more than DNA that tells us who we are
It's method and it's magic, we are of the stars.
Chorus
Some never fade away, some crash and burn
Some make the world go round, other watch it turn.
Still it's all a mystery
This place we call the world.
Most are fine as oysters
While some become pearls.
Disc 2 - Wildflowers
Disc 2 - Wildflowers
WildflowersTom Petty
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat on the sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free
Run away, find you a lover
Go away somewhere all bright and new
I have seen no other
Who compares with you
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free
Run away, go find a lover
Run away, let your heart be your guide
You deserve the deepest cover
You belong in your home by and by
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong somewhere close to me
Far away from your troubles and worries
You belong somewhere you feel free
You belong somewhere you feel free
Disc 2 - Defying Gravity
Disc 2 - Defying Gravity
DEFYING GRAVITYI live on a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even one day if I do
Well I'll jump up and smile back at you
I don't even know where we are
They tell me were circling a star
Well I'll take their word, I don't know
But I'm dizzy so it may be so
I'm riding a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even the high must lay low
But when I do fall I will be glad to go
Yes when I do fall I will be glad to go
Disc 2 - It's A Big Old Goofy World
Disc 2 - It's A Big Old Goofy World
It's A Big Old Goofy WorldJimmy Buffett
Up in the morning
Work like a dog
Is better than sitting
Like a b__p on a log
Mind all your manners
Be quiet as a mouse
Some day you'll own a home
That's as big as a house
I know a fella
He eats like a horse
Knocks his old b____
Round the old golf course
You oughta see his wife
She's a cute little dish
She smokes like a chimney
And drinks like a fish
There's a big old goofy man
Dancing with a big old goofy girl
Ooh baby
It's a big old goofy world
Now Elvis had a woman
With a head like a rock
I wished I had a woman
That made my knees knock
She'd sing like an angel
And eat like a bird
And if I wrote a song
She'd know ever single word
Kiss a little baby
Give the world a smile
If you take an inch
Give 'em back a mile
Cause if you lie like a rug
And you don't give a d___
You're never gonna be
As happy as a clam
There's a big old goofy man
Dancing with a big old goofy girl
Ooh baby
It's a big old goofy world
So I'm sitting in a hotel
Trying to write a song
My head is just as empty
As the day is long
Why it's clear as a bell
I should have gone to school
I'd be wise as an owl
Stead of stubborn as a mule.
There's a big old goofy man
Dancing with a big old goofy girl
Ooh baby
It's a big old goofy world
There's a big old goofy man
Dancing with a big old goofy girl
Ooh baby
It's a big old goofy world
Disc 2 - Death Of An Unpopular Poet
Disc 2 - Death Of An Unpopular Poet
by Jimmy BuffettI once knew a poet who lived before his time
He and his dog Spooner would listen as he'd rhyme
Words to make you happy and words to make you cry
And then one day the poet suddenly did die.
But he left behind a closet filled with verse and rhymes
And through some strange transaction
One was printed in the Times
And everybody's searching for the king of underground
They found him down in Florida with a tombstone for a crown.
And everybody knows a line from his books that cost $4.99
I wonder if he knows he's doin' quite this fine.
'Cause his books are all best sellers and his poems were turned to song
They had his brother on a talk show though they never got along
And now he's called immortal, yes, he's even taught in school
They say he used his talents, a most proficient tool.
But he left all of his royalties to Spooner his old hound
Growing old on steak and bacon in his doghouse ten feet 'round
And everybody wonders did he really lose his mind
No, he was just a poet who lived before his time
Yes, he was just a poet who lived before his time.
1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Disc 2 - Blowin' In The Wind
Disc 2 - Blowin' In The Wind
Blowin' in the WindBob Dylan
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you can call him a man
And how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she can sleep in the sand
And how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned
The answer, my friends, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Now How many years can the mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea
And how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free
And how many times can that man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see
The answer, my friends, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
And how many times can a man turn his ear
Before he can hear people cry
And how many deaths will it take till we learn
That too many people have died
The answer, my friends, still blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Yeah, The answer, my friends, is still blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Disc 1 - Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
Disc 1 - Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
Disc 1 - Domino College
Disc 1 - Domino College
Domino CollegeJimmy Buffett & Dan Fogelberg
Found myself a matchbook
Beside some hotel bed
Opened it up and looked inside
And this is what it said
Get on back to school
Domino college, back to school
Boneyard full of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
Fly down to miami
Get yourself a boat
Fill it full of suntan oil
And rent yourself a goat
Ain't no registration
Ain't no student loan
You may not learn to read or write
But you will surely learn to roll them bones
Get on back to school
Domino college, back to school
Boneyard full of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
They don't rap your knuckles
If you cut the class
They just track you through the jungle boy
Then they kick your ass
It's a different kind of domino theory
They teach you down in Butler town
If you lose you buy the booze
And then the student body all falls down
They can't get back to school
Domino college, back to school
Fountain of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
Get on back
Make your parents hate you
Be a big disgrace
Act just like a domino
And fall on your face
You can't get back to school
Domino college, back to school
Fountain of knowledge
There ain't no graduation from this kind of education
Back to school
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
Oh, Jan
Disc 1 - Waiting In Vain
Disc 1 - Waiting In Vain
Waiting In Vain
Don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love.
From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, girl,
My heart says follow t'rough.
But I know, now, that I'm way down on your line,
But the waitin' feel is fine:
So don't treat me like a puppet on a string,
'Cause I know I have to do my thing.
Don't talk to me as if you think I'm dumb;
I wanna know when you're gonna come - soon.
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love,
'Cause if summer is here,
I'm still waiting there;
Winter is here,
And I'm still waiting there.
Like I said:
It's been three years since I'm knockin' on your door,
And I still can knock some more:
Ooh girl, ooh girl, is it feasible?
I wanna know now, for I to knock some more.
Ya see, in life I know there's lots of grief,
But your love is my relief:
Tears in my eyes burn - tears in my eyes burn
While I'm waiting - while I'm waiting for my turn,
See!
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love, oh!
I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna wait in vain.
I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna wait in vain.
No, I don't wanna (I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain) -
No I - no I (I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't
Wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain) -
No, no-no, I, no, I (I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain) -
It's your love that I'm waiting on (I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain);
It's me love that you're running from.
It's Jah love that I'm waiting on (I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain);
It's me love that you're running from.
Disc 1 - When Salome Plays the Drum
Disc 1 - When Salome Plays the Drum
WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMJimmy Buffett
When Salome plays the drum
The crowd goes deaf and dumb
Swept up by dark sensations
Partially the heat
More so it's the beat
She moves in syncopation
Gazelle on the run
Skirts slit past her thigh
The boys let out a sigh
The beat begins to quicken
Crowd ascends the stairs
Climbin' on the chairs
The plot begins to thicken
Phasers on stun
CHORUS
Take them to the carnival
Let them hear the conga
Tonight the tempo feels so right
Tomorrow may be wronga
INSTRUMENATAL
Gendarme close her down
Make her leave the town
She caught the flight to Rio
With nothin' to say
Wavin' from the plane
Pours pink champagne
She toasts her loyal trio
It was a lucrative stay
Oh won't you take them to the carnival
Let them hear the conga
Tonight the tempo feels right
Tomorrow may be wronga
Oh won't your take them to the carnival
Let them play for hours
Tonight the weather feels so right
Tomorrow may be showers
Disc 1 - Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit
Disc 1 - Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit
GRAPEFRUIT-JUICY FRUITJimmy Buffett
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 - Come Monday
Disc 1 - Come Monday
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
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 - They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More
Disc 1 - They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More
They Don't Dance Like Carmen No MoreJimmy Buffett
Walkin' down new streets the music is loud
Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds
But I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more.
She and old Cougie, my what a pair
Doin' the Rhumba as no one else dared
Slidin' and glidin' 'cross Hollywood floors
But they don't dance like Carmen no more.
She had a big hat, my it was high
Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky
And how she could balance them, I wouldn't dare
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen nowhere
But the lady's not with us, she died long ago
And they don't run her movies on late midnight shows
'Cause the kids would get restless, and the grown-ups would snore
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more.
(Repeat second verse)
1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Disc 1 - It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
Disc 1 - It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow
And so am I
Work day passes like molasses in winter time
But it's July
Getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I could call him something
Think I'll just call it a day
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
Half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
But, hey, that's all right
I ain't had a day off now, in over a year
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
And be back to work before two
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffett do
Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
it's five o'clock somewhere
But he don't care, I don't care
Together
It's five o'clock somewhere
Disc 1 - Cheeseburger in Paradise
Disc 1 - Cheeseburger in Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
Disc 1 - King of Somewhere Hot
Disc 1 - King of Somewhere Hot
King of Somewhere HotJimmy Buffett, Ralph MacDonald, Wm. Salter & Robert. Greenidge
I've traveled all around the world
And there are places that still stand out to me
But nowhere else can quite compare
To my island in the sea
My personal utopia a place to run to
Where I can hide away
Where I can truly reign supreme
somewhere fresh and clean
Where a man can dream
Chorus
I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Don't cha know)
I'm king like every man should be
I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Way to go)
Where the music in my soul
makes me start to lose control
I could melt right on the spot
I'm king of somewhere hot
Someday I hope to find my queen
I know she'll come my way
I'll give her all my love
It's not a complicated thing
just a place where I can swing
Where a man can be a king
Chorus
I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Don't cha know)
I'm king like every man should be
I'm king, king of somewhere hot
(Way to go)
O don't care how hard you look
you won't find me in the book
I could melt right on the spot
I'm the king of somewhere hot
Disc 1 - Treat Her Like A Lady
Disc 1 - Treat Her Like A Lady
TREAT HER LIKE A LADYJimmy Buffett, Dave Loggins
Some of us sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady, just treat her like a lady
Now I don't like the sound of the ground movin' round
Or winds spinnin' out of control
California earthquakes only seem to make a' me
shake, rattle and roll
I been too long on the mainland
Hotels, rental cars and phones
Time to cast them aside, catch the very next tide
And go back where belong
Some of sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Great whales travel the wrong lines
Dodging those deadly harpoons
Spawning their young as their ancestors done
In the depths of her hidden lagoons
There are times I find myself with them
And times I feel as they do
We're on a similar course it's just a different source
But I'm in danger of extinction too
Some of us sailors call her home
She big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
And miss her when I'm gone.
Disc 1 - Still In Paradise (with Bankie Banx)
Disc 1 - Still In Paradise (with Bankie Banx)
Still In Paradise
I got stuck in paradise
I'm free in my head
Changed my attitude
And my head's turned dred
I just met Mickey Maloney
On the beach down the shore
Said to call him in New York
And come knock on some doors
I thought it was kind
It's not on my mind
I'm sitting here
Doin some quality time
This one's for them babies bigots?
In Madison Avenue
In their stretch limosines
And three page contracts too
And the ??hair of the trendies?
Who didn't have a clue
And if they did, didn't know what to do
And for my buddies in freight elevators
And 8th Avenue
With their flight-cases and axes
And their tokens too
Intelligenes
Show shredded jeans (dreams)?
But still survived by gigs and scenes
And for Bob and they boys
Down in Washington square
I miss you all, I just wish you were here
I got stuck in paradise
I'm free in my head
Changed my attitude
And my head's turned dred
I just met Mickey Maloney
On the beach down the shore
Said to call him in New York
And come knock on some doors
I thought it was kind
It's not on my mind
I'm sitting here
Doin some quality time
Disc 1 - Weather With You
Disc 1 - Weather With You
Weather With YouNeal Finn & Tim Finn
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
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour
Jimmy Buffett & Bobby HolcombIA 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 - Brown Eyed Girl
Disc 2 - Brown Eyed Girl
BROWN EYED GIRLVan Morrison
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 2 - Carnival World
Disc 2 - Carnival World
CARNIVAL WORLDJimmy Buffett, Roger Guth & Jay Oliver
My father always said that there's no free ride
You've got to make a sacrifice
With so many Prophets on the Lord's side
Even your soul has got a price
But talk is cheap it takes money to buy your freedom
And the tax man's knockin' at your door
CHORUS
Spend it while you can
Money's contraband
You can't take it with you when you go
Spend it while you can
Before it's taken from your hand
There's no free ride in this carnival world
Too many hawkers on this travelin' show
Everybody's got something to sell
Bootleg Swatches, cardboard Gucci gear
Watch your step at the wishing well
What's mine is mine
If it's only one thin dime
My cash has always meant to flow
(Chorus)
Spend it while you can, etc..........
There's no free ride in this carnival world.
But talk is cheap it takes money to buy your freedom
And the tax man's knockin' at your door.
(Chorus)
Spend it while you can....
....there's no free ride in this carnival world.
There's no free ride in this carnival world.
Disc 2 - Son of A Son of A Sailor
Disc 2 - Son of A Son of A Sailor
Jimmy BuffettAs 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 - That's My Story And I'm Stickin' To It
Disc 2 - That's My Story And I'm Stickin' To It
THAT'S MY STORY AND I'M STICKIN' TO ITJimmy Buffett and Jay Oliver
Kindergarten
King of excuses
Sister Mary Mojo, so hard to trick
What can I say
The dog ate my homework
I could play the game
They love me anyway
Alibis, angles and tales from the tropics
Come to my mind, so easy and quick
Spacemen from mars stole all of my money
I could play the game
They love me just the same
CHORUS
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it
That's my life and all that I've got
Call me a liar, call me a writer
Believe me or not
Believe me or not
Women always know before you tell them
The younger girls, so easy to trick
What's that word? I think I'm eccentric
I can play the game
They love me anyway
Revelations
Love when they happen
Wizards and lizards, I choose and I pick
In a hundred years it all won't matter
How you play the game
They love you just the same
Repeat Chorus
I will play the game
I still stay the same
I will play the game
Believe me or not
Repeat Chorus
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it
That's my life and all that I've got
Call me a liar, call me a writer
Believe me or not
Believe me or not
I will play the game
I will stay the same
I will play the game
Again
And again
I will play the game
I will stay the same
I will play the game
Again
And again.
Disc 2 - In My Room
Disc 2 - In My Room
In My Room
There's a world where I can go
And tell my secrets to
In my room
In my room
In this world I lock out
All my worries and my fears
In my room
In my room
Do my dreaming and my scheming lie awake and pray
Do my crying and my sighing laugh at yesterday
Now it's dark and I'm alone
But I won't be afraid
In my room
In my room
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty/Redemption Song
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty/Redemption Song
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTYJimmy Buffett
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
Instrumental
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.
Disc 2 - Volcano
Disc 2 - Volcano
VOLCANOJimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey
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 - Desperation Samba (Halloween In Tijuana)
Disc 2 - Desperation Samba (Halloween In Tijuana)
DESPERATION SAMBA (HALLOWEEN IN TIAJUANA)Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Timothy B.Schmidt
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 - Margaritaville
Disc 2 - Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
Disc 2 - Southern Cross
Disc 2 - Southern Cross
Southern Cross
Got out of town on a boat goin' to southern islands.
Sailing a reach before a followin' sea.
She was makin' for the trades on the outside,
And the downhill run to Papeete Bay.
Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas.
We got eighty feet of the waterline.
Nicely making way.
In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away.
Think about how many times I have fallen,
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin' for that woman, girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. And you know it will.
When you see the Southern Cross for the first time,
You understand now why you came this way.
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.
So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dyin'.
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship and all her flags are a flyin'
She is all that I have left and music is her name.
Think about how many times I have fallen,
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin' for that woman, girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. And you know it will.
So we cheated and we lied and we tested
And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do.
You will survive being bested.
But somebody fine will come along make me forget about loving you.
At the Southern Cross.
Disc 2 - Fins
Disc 2 - Fins
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Disc 2 - Distantly In Love
Disc 2 - Distantly In Love
DISTANTLY IN LOVEJimmy Buffett
Pay phones all were ringing as the crowd went roarin' by
Lovely dancers swaying to an island lullaby
Beside the southern ocean taking stock of what's to be
Writing you this letter that you'll probably never see
Chorus:
But I can't help but be
Ruled by inconsistency
Not unique just distantly in love
Tried to phone from Paris thinking
Things could be arranged
Me and you could rendezvous
But I found your number changed
So I drove to San Remo where
The crazy painter dwells
And toasted our old photographs
Still up there on his shelf
But I can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love
I can't be the one to fill
Your times and all your places
I can't be the one to fill
Your blanks and empty spaces
I heard it from a friend of ours
I saw in Timber Bay
That you had a new lover who had
Stolen you away
That could be be the reason that
I never got in touch
And may present slight problems
If he loves you half as much
Chorus
As I who can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love
You know I can't help but be
Part of my own philosophy
Not unique just distantly in love
Disc 2 - Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants
Disc 2 - Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants
CHANSON POUR LES PETITS ENFANTSJimmy Buffett
Now young Mr. Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
They soared through the Milky Way counting the stars
Once around Venus, twice around Mars
Then they spied an island rise out of the sea
They fell back to Earth just as free as you please
The children all gathered the church bells did ring
Suddenly everyone started to sing
Chorus
Chanson pour les petits enfants
Chason pour toute le monde
Chanson pour les petits enfants
Chanson pour toute le monde
Queen of the island she welcomed them in
Asked them questions of where they have been
She offered them chocolate she offered them tea
They all took their seats in the top of a tree
And racoons brought wine and the mice they brought cheese
Beautiful birds floated by on the breeze
From out of the oceans the dolphins began
Humming a tune that soon covered the land
Chorus
So young Princess Lia brought coral and pearls
Gifts to the travelers from some other world
The Bushdoctor mixed up a magical spell
Swore them to secrecy, never to tell
So young Mr. Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
The sun was rising, they'd be home by noon
Humming the words to this magical tune
Chorus
Song for the children
Song for the world
Disc 2 - That's What Living is to Me
Disc 2 - That's What Living is to Me
THAT'S WHAT LIVING IS TO MEJimmy Buffett
Jason Mason hears the sound
The whistle blows in Congotown
And the mail boat's in mail boat's in
It brings him things from oh so far
Old magazines and Snickers Bars
A simple man a simple land
The world's too big to understand
Chorus
Be good and you will be lonesome
Be lonesome and you will be free
Live a lie and you will live to regret it
That's what living is to me
That's what living is to me
On a timeless beach in Hispaniola
A young girl sips a diet cola
She's worlds apart worlds apart
The spirit of the black king still
Reverberates through Haitian hills
He rules the sea and all the fish
What if he had a TV dish
Chorus
Now in the far off regions
the foreign legion
Keeps the thieves and the
predators at bay
While closer to home
some bad boys still roam
The streets aren't safe so give it
One more day, one more day
The stories from my favorite books
Still take on many different looks
And I'm gone again, home again
The time has come the walrus said
And little oysters hide their head
My twain of thought is loosely bound
I guess it's time to mark this down.
Disc 2 - One Particular Harbour
Disc 2 - One Particular Harbour
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOURJimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE
Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea
Disc 3 - Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants
Disc 3 - Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants
CHANSON POUR LES PETITS ENFANTSJimmy Buffett
Now young Mr. Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
They soared through the Milky Way counting the stars
Once around Venus, twice around Mars
Then they spied an island rise out of the sea
They fell back to Earth just as free as you please
The children all gathered the church bells did ring
Suddenly everyone started to sing
Chorus
Chanson pour les petits enfants
Chason pour toute le monde
Chanson pour les petits enfants
Chanson pour toute le monde
Queen of the island she welcomed them in
Asked them questions of where they have been
She offered them chocolate she offered them tea
They all took their seats in the top of a tree
And racoons brought wine and the mice they brought cheese
Beautiful birds floated by on the breeze
From out of the oceans the dolphins began
Humming a tune that soon covered the land
Chorus
So young Princess Lia brought coral and pearls
Gifts to the travelers from some other world
The Bushdoctor mixed up a magical spell
Swore them to secrecy, never to tell
So young Mr. Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
The sun was rising, they'd be home by noon
Humming the words to this magical tune
Chorus
Song for the children
Song for the world
Disc 3 - That's What Living is to Me
Disc 3 - That's What Living is to Me
THAT'S WHAT LIVING IS TO MEJimmy Buffett
Jason Mason hears the sound
The whistle blows in Congotown
And the mail boat's in mail boat's in
It brings him things from oh so far
Old magazines and Snickers Bars
A simple man a simple land
The world's too big to understand
Chorus
Be good and you will be lonesome
Be lonesome and you will be free
Live a lie and you will live to regret it
That's what living is to me
That's what living is to me
On a timeless beach in Hispaniola
A young girl sips a diet cola
She's worlds apart worlds apart
The spirit of the black king still
Reverberates through Haitian hills
He rules the sea and all the fish
What if he had a TV dish
Chorus
Now in the far off regions
the foreign legion
Keeps the thieves and the
predators at bay
While closer to home
some bad boys still roam
The streets aren't safe so give it
One more day, one more day
The stories from my favorite books
Still take on many different looks
And I'm gone again, home again
The time has come the walrus said
And little oysters hide their head
My twain of thought is loosely bound
I guess it's time to mark this down.
Disc 3 - One Particular Harbour
Disc 3 - One Particular Harbour
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOURJimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE
Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea
Disc 3 - Domino College
Disc 3 - Domino College
Domino CollegeJimmy Buffett & Dan Fogelberg
Found myself a matchbook
Beside some hotel bed
Opened it up and looked inside
And this is what it said
Get on back to school
Domino college, back to school
Boneyard full of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
Fly down to miami
Get yourself a boat
Fill it full of suntan oil
And rent yourself a goat
Ain't no registration
Ain't no student loan
You may not learn to read or write
But you will surely learn to roll them bones
Get on back to school
Domino college, back to school
Boneyard full of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
They don't rap your knuckles
If you cut the class
They just track you through the jungle boy
Then they kick your ass
It's a different kind of domino theory
They teach you down in Butler town
If you lose you buy the booze
And then the student body all falls down
They can't get back to school
Domino college, back to school
Fountain of knowledge
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
Get on back
Make your parents hate you
Be a big disgrace
Act just like a domino
And fall on your face
You can't get back to school
Domino college, back to school
Fountain of knowledge
There ain't no graduation from this kind of education
Back to school
Working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
Oh, Jan
Disc 3 - When Salome Plays the Drum
Disc 3 - When Salome Plays the Drum
WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMJimmy Buffett
When Salome plays the drum
The crowd goes deaf and dumb
Swept up by dark sensations
Partially the heat
More so it's the beat
She moves in syncopation
Gazelle on the run
Skirts slit past her thigh
The boys let out a sigh
The beat begins to quicken
Crowd ascends the stairs
Climbin' on the chairs
The plot begins to thicken
Phasers on stun
CHORUS
Take them to the carnival
Let them hear the conga
Tonight the tempo feels so right
Tomorrow may be wronga
INSTRUMENATAL
Gendarme close her down
Make her leave the town
She caught the flight to Rio
With nothin' to say
Wavin' from the plane
Pours pink champagne
She toasts her loyal trio
It was a lucrative stay
Oh won't you take them to the carnival
Let them hear the conga
Tonight the tempo feels right
Tomorrow may be wronga
Oh won't your take them to the carnival
Let them play for hours
Tonight the weather feels so right
Tomorrow may be showers
Disc 3 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
Disc 3 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
Disc 3 - Treat Her Like A Lady
Disc 3 - Treat Her Like A Lady
TREAT HER LIKE A LADYJimmy Buffett, Dave Loggins
Some of us sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady, just treat her like a lady
Now I don't like the sound of the ground movin' round
Or winds spinnin' out of control
California earthquakes only seem to make a' me
shake, rattle and roll
I been too long on the mainland
Hotels, rental cars and phones
Time to cast them aside, catch the very next tide
And go back where belong
Some of sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Great whales travel the wrong lines
Dodging those deadly harpoons
Spawning their young as their ancestors done
In the depths of her hidden lagoons
There are times I find myself with them
And times I feel as they do
We're on a similar course it's just a different source
But I'm in danger of extinction too
Some of us sailors call her home
She big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
And miss her when I'm gone.
Disc 3 - Still In Paradise (with Bankie Banx)
Disc 3 - Still In Paradise (with Bankie Banx)
Still In Paradise
I got stuck in paradise
I'm free in my head
Changed my attitude
And my head's turned dred
I just met Mickey Maloney
On the beach down the shore
Said to call him in New York
And come knock on some doors
I thought it was kind
It's not on my mind
I'm sitting here
Doin some quality time
This one's for them babies bigots?
In Madison Avenue
In their stretch limosines
And three page contracts too
And the ??hair of the trendies?
Who didn't have a clue
And if they did, didn't know what to do
And for my buddies in freight elevators
And 8th Avenue
With their flight-cases and axes
And their tokens too
Intelligenes
Show shredded jeans (dreams)?
But still survived by gigs and scenes
And for Bob and they boys
Down in Washington square
I miss you all, I just wish you were here
I got stuck in paradise
I'm free in my head
Changed my attitude
And my head's turned dred
I just met Mickey Maloney
On the beach down the shore
Said to call him in New York
And come knock on some doors
I thought it was kind
It's not on my mind
I'm sitting here
Doin some quality time
Disc 3 - Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
Disc 3 - Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
Disc 3 - Autour Du Rocher
Disc 3 - Autour Du Rocher
Autour Du RocherJimmy Buffett, Henri Ledee, Leon Ledee, Marcel Limodin, Jean-Jacques Kraif
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.
Disc 3 - It's Five O'Clock Somewhere
Disc 3 - It's Five O'Clock Somewhere
It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow
And so am I
Work day passes like molasses in winter time
But it's July
Getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I could call him something
Think I'll just call it a day
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
Half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
But, hey, that's all right
I ain't had a day off now, in over a year
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
And be back to work before two
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffett do
Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
it's five o'clock somewhere
But he don't care, I don't care
Together
It's five o'clock somewhere
Disc 3 - Son of a Son of A Sailor
Disc 3 - Son of a Son of A Sailor
SON OF A SON OF A SAILORJimmy Buffett
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.
And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.
But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
Disc 3 - Volcano
Disc 3 - Volcano
VOLCANOJimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey
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 3 - Desperation Samba (Halloween in Tijuana)
Disc 3 - Desperation Samba (Halloween in Tijuana)
DESPERATION SAMBA (HALLOWEEN IN TIAJUANA)Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Timothy B.Schmidt
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 3 - Margaritaville
Disc 3 - Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
Disc 3 - A Pirate Looks at Forty/Redemption Song
Disc 3 - A Pirate Looks at Forty/Redemption Song
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTYJimmy Buffett
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
Instrumental
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.
Disc 3 - Fins
Disc 3 - Fins
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Disc 3 - Distantly in Love
Disc 3 - Distantly in Love
DISTANTLY IN LOVEJimmy Buffett
Pay phones all were ringing as the crowd went roarin' by
Lovely dancers swaying to an island lullaby
Beside the southern ocean taking stock of what's to be
Writing you this letter that you'll probably never see
Chorus:
But I can't help but be
Ruled by inconsistency
Not unique just distantly in love
Tried to phone from Paris thinking
Things could be arranged
Me and you could rendezvous
But I found your number changed
So I drove to San Remo where
The crazy painter dwells
And toasted our old photographs
Still up there on his shelf
But I can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love
I can't be the one to fill
Your times and all your places
I can't be the one to fill
Your blanks and empty spaces
I heard it from a friend of ours
I saw in Timber Bay
That you had a new lover who had
Stolen you away
That could be be the reason that
I never got in touch
And may present slight problems
If he loves you half as much
Chorus
As I who can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love
You know I can't help but be
Part of my own philosophy
Not unique just distantly in love
Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
SON OF A SON OF A SAILORJimmy Buffett
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.
And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.
But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
Fool Button
Fool Button
FOOL BUTTONJimmy Buffett
I woke up in a strange room
That I'd never seen before
Weird paintings on the wall
And mirrors on the ceiling
I bolted for the door.
Looking for my rent-a-car
Was the Cordoba blue or red
Tryin' to remember where I put the keys
Tryin' to remember what I said.
I pushed the fool button
My night went haywire
I pushed the fool button
Set my brain on fire.
Now I was sittin' in the corner of a very laid back bar
A little three piece band playin' on the stand
Not knowin' what lay in store
In a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage
The crowd went berserk, the band said, "What a jerk."
As he went into a blues rampage.
It was a fool palace
Double knit on parade
They pushed the fool button
As the skinny boy played and played
Push it, push it, push it.
I try to make a point of protecting the innocent
But none of them can be found
I can happen anytime
It can happen any place
It can happen in your own hometown
And if you don't believe my words
Or think my story's true
Get a bottle of rum and an Eskatrol
And watch the same thing happen to you.
We'll push the fool button
I'll meet you in the bar
We'll push the fool button
Where everyone's a star.
The Last Line
The Last Line
THE LAST LINEKeith Sykes
I've given my life for songs that I sing
As a matter of fact, I've given everything
But time has come to not make a sound
Time has come to lay my burden down
Ohhh wo, ohhh wo
It's come from behind,
Now is the time for the last line.
I've managed to keep some friends on my side
And lived through the time of rumors and lies
But now is the time to rest my heart
Let some other innocent fool take my part
Ohh wo, ohh wo
It's come from behind,
Now is the time for the last line.
Livingston Saturday Night
Livingston Saturday Night
LIVINGSTON SATURDAY NIGHTJimmy Buffett
You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight,
You take a few tokes, make you feel all right,
Rockin' and rollin' on a Livingston Saturday Night.
Pickup's washed and you just got paid.
With any luck at all you might even get laid,
'Cause they're pickin' and a-kickin'
on a Livingston Saturday Night.
So won't you listen to the sound of a hot country band,
Boot heels shufflin' on the dance floor Sam
Sing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool,
Hittin' on the honeys right out of high school.
Yeah, fifteen may get you twenty,
but that's all right,
"Cause they're rockin and a rollin' on a
Livingston Saturday Night
So won't you listen to the sound of the hot country band,
Boot heels shufflin' on the dance floor Sam,
Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg,
Temperature is rising, better pop another keg.
Fifteen may get you twenty, but that's all right,
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a
Livingston Saturday Night.
Cheeseburger In Paradise
Cheeseburger In Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
Coast Of Marseilles
Coast Of Marseilles
COAST OF MARSEILLESKeith Sykes
I sat there on the coast of Marseilles
My thoughts came by like wind through my hand
How good it'd be to hold you
How good it'd be to feel like that again
How good it'd be to feel like that again
Would you be remembering me?
I ask that question time and again
The answer came and haunted me so
I did not want to think it again
I did not want to think it again
You make it hard for me to forget
I haven't stopped loving you yet
When I left the coast of Marseilles
I hadn't done what I'd come to do
I spent all the money I'd saved
And did not get over you
I did not get over you.
Cowboy In The Jungle
Cowboy In The Jungle
COWBOY IN THE JUNGLEJimmy Buffett
There's a cowboy in the jungle
And he looks so out of place
With his shrimp skin boots and his cheap Cheroots
And his skin as white as paste
Headin' south to Paraguay
Where the gauchos sing and shout
Now he's stuck in Porto Bello
Since his money all ran out
So he hangs out with the sailors
Might and day they're raisin' hell
And his original destination's just another
Story that he loves to tell.
With no plans for the future
He still seems in control
From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
He just had to learn to roll.
Roll with the punches
Play all of his hunches
Made the best of whatever came his way
What he lacked in ambition
He made up with intuition
Plowing straight ahead come what may.
Steel band in the distance
And their music floats across the bay
While American women in muumuus
Talk about all the things they did today
And their husbands quack about fishing
As they slug those rum drinks down
Discussing who caught what
and who sat on his butt
But it's the only show in town.
They're tryin' to drink all the punches
They all may lose their lunches
Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six says
Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come what may.
I don't want to live on that kind of island
No, I don't want to swim in a roped off sea.
Too much for me, too much for me
I've got to be where the wind and the water are free.
Alone on a midnight passage
I can count the falling stars
While the Southern Cross and the satellites
They remind me of where we are
Spinning around in circles
Living it day to day
And still twenty four hours, maybe sixty good years
It's still not that long a stay.
We've gotta roll with the punches
Learn to play all of our hunches
Makin' the best of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind ambition
And learn to trust your intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come what may.
And there's a cowboy in the jungle.
Manana
Manana
MANANAJimmy Buffett
She said I can't go back to America soon
It's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until June
Yeah, they're freezin' up in Buffalo stuck in their cars
And I'm lyin' here 'neath the sun and the stars.
Customs man tell her that she's gotta leave
She's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve
Wants to find her a captain, a man of strong mind
And any direction he blows will be fine.
Chorus:
Please don't say manana if you don't mean it
I have heard those words for so very long
Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong.
Tried and I tried but I don't understand
Never seems to work out the way I had it planned
Hanging out at a marina when Steve Martin called
Singin' anybody there really want to get small.
But women and water are in short supply
There's not enough dope for us all to get high
I hear it gets better, that's what they say
As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay.
Chorus:
Please don't say manana if you don't mean it
I have heard your lines for so very long
Don't try to describe the scenery if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song.
Called all my friends on those cheap nightly rates
Sure was good to talk to the old United States
While the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west
I see General Electric's still doing their best.
I've got to head this boat south pretty soon
New album's old and I'm fresh out of tunes
But I know that I'll get 'em, I know that they'll come
Through the people and places and Caldwood's Rum
Chorus:
So please don't say manana if you don't mean it
I have done your lines for so very long
Don't try to describe a Kiss concert if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being gone
And I hope Anita Bryant never does one of my songs.
African Friend
African Friend
AFRICAN FRIENDJimmy Buffett
Disembarking at Duvalier Airport
Seeking transportation to town
As the purple ink dried on his passport
He could still feel the eyes look around
"Messieur ou est le casino?"
He spoke to the cabbie and smiled
The driver replied "Vieux ou noveaux?"
As he motioned the dark man inside.
Business in Aruba concluded
He now had a little money to spend
That's how I came to meet my African friend
We were rollin' the bones several hours
Conversing as most gamblers do
We were calling on all of our powers
Hoping to see the night through.
But not approving at all of our winning
The pit boss he tugged at his sleeve
Through the whole thing my new friend was grinning
When he motioned it's time we should leave.
With our night at the tables behind us
We were ready just to do it again
That's when I came to know my African Friend
But I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse
A soldier told me I' better leave
As I stumbled to find me a taxi
I saw a note pinned to my sleeve.
"It was a pleasure and a hell of an evening
It was truly our night to win
But the authorities insist on my leaving
Take care, my American friend."
With my weekend at Haiti concluded
I now had a little money to spend
That's when I came to meet my African friend
That's how I came to know another good friend.
Fins (Live)
Fins (Live)
FINS (LIVE)Jimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Volcano (Live)
Volcano (Live)
VOLCANOJimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey
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.
Treat Her Like a Lady (Live)
Treat Her Like a Lady (Live)
TREAT HER LIKE A LADY (LIVE)Jimmy Buffett, Dave Loggins
Some of us sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady, just treat her like a lady
Now I don't like the sound of the ground movin' round
Or winds spinnin' out of control
California earthquakes only seem to make a' me
shake, rattle and roll
I been too long on the mainland
Hotels, rental cars and phones
Time to cast them aside, catch the very next tide
And go back where belong
Some of sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Great whales travel the wrong lines
Dodging those deadly harpoons
Spawning their young as their ancestors done
In the depths of her hidden lagoons
There are times I find myself with them
And times I feel as they do
We're on a similar course it's just a different source
But I'm in danger of extinction too
Some of us sailors call her home
She big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
And miss her when I'm gone.
Stranded on a Sandbar (Live)
Stranded on a Sandbar (Live)
STRANDED ON A SANDBAR (LIVE)Jimmy Buffett
I Enjoy this life as a jester
Seems to keep me moving around
Like the wind that blows, tides that flow
I have my ups and downs
All a part of this strange plan I'm sure
Start a new chapter each day
Honey, Love gets lost, time gets tossed
`Cause we both got our own different ways
I feel I'm stranded on a sandbar
Stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin' it for all that it's worth
I'm just payin' for my sins on earth
Now I use to go crazy for days at a time
Now I'm takin my time with my days
Haven't found the answers like some that I know
I'm just stuck in fairly nice maze
Climb to the top of the island tonight
Sit beneath the cashew tree
I want to count the stars, lights on the cars
that are shinin' up and down on me
I feel like I'm stranded on a sandbar
Baby, I'm stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin' it for all that it's worth
I'm just payin' for my sins on earth
I feel like I'm stranded on a sandbar
Sugar, I'm stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin' it for all that it's worth
I'm just payin' for my sins on earth
I enjoy this life as a jester,
Seems to keep me moving around
Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants (Live)
Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants (Live)
CHANSON POUR LES PETITS ENFANTS (LIVE)Jimmy Buffett
Now young Mr. Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
They soared through the Milky Way counting the stars
Once around Venus, twice around Mars
Then they spied an island rise out of the sea
They fell back to Earth just as free as you please
The children all gathered the church bells did ring
Suddenly everyone started to sing
Chorus
Chanson pour les petits enfants
Chason pour toute le monde
Chanson pour les petits enfants
Chanson pour toute le monde
Queen of the island she welcomed them in
Asked them questions of where they have been
She offered them chocolate she offered them tea
They all took their seats in the top of a tree
And racoons brought wine and the mice they brought cheese
Beautiful birds floated by on the breeze
From out of the oceans the dolphins began
Humming a tune that soon covered the land
Chorus
So young Princess Lia brought coral and pearls
Gifts to the travelers from some other world
The Bushdoctor mixed up a magical spell
Swore them to secrecy, never to tell
So young Mr. Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
The sun was rising, they'd be home by noon
Humming the words to this magical tune
Chorus
Song for the children
Song for the world
Survive (Live)
Survive (Live)
SURVIVE (LIVE)Jimmy Buffett, Mike Utley
I play the stereo loud
When I'm away from the maddening crowd
Smokin', jokin', clowns we all are
Sometimes I kinda get real ill
When I receive my monthly telephone bill
But you say it and I'll pay it
`Cause it helps me to
Chorus
Survive stay alive
'Til I see you again
Survive stay alive
Can't say where it ends
Clouds lift and there are mountains below
Been a while since I've seen any snow
Chillin' so thrillin' so good to be back
Feels nice to be home for a while
Let's sip champagne til we break into smiles
We'll go dancin' romancin'
`Cause your the reason I
Survived stayed alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive stay alive
When will it all end
But my bags ain't unpacked
`Cause I've got to go back and play
But I know we'll both
Survive stay alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive stay alive
Until it all ends
Survive stay alive
When will it all end
Survive stay alive
Till I see you again
Boat Drinks (Live)
Boat Drinks (Live)
BOAT DRINKSJimmy Buffett
Boat drinks. Boys in the band ordered boat drinks.
Visitors just scored on the home rink.
Everything seems to be wrong.
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap airfare.
I've got to fly to Saint Somewhere.
I'm close to bodily harm.
Chorus
Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on.
Nobody cares; they are way too far gone,
screamin' "Boat drinks," somethin'
to keep them all warm.
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer.
I think I got cabin fever.
Somebody sound the alarm.
I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow.
Could you beam me somewhere, Mister Scott?
Any old place here on Earth or in space.
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot.
I know I should be leaving this climate.
I got a verse but can't rhyme it.
I gotta go where it's warm.
Boat drinks.
Waitress, I need two more boat drinks.
Then I'm headin south 'fore my dream shrinks.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where there ain't any snow,
where there ain't any blow,
'cause my fin sinks so low.
I gotta go where it's warm.
Dreamsicle (Live)
Dreamsicle (Live)
DREAMSICLEJimmy Buffett
Let me tell you now he sips, he quips
Dreams a lot about sailing ships
Wants to throw it all away
Wants to have it back someday
Love's fool, Sears tool
Wants to win that football pool
Spend it on some real good grass
Disappearing oh so fast
Tell my story pain and glory, guess my occupation
Free and easy, warm and breezy
Overnight sensation
I got house pets, Lear jets
Tryin' to learn about basinettes
Oh Miss Piggy dance with me
Let me take you to the sea
Dreamsicle, big dill pickle
High school honeys sure were fickle
I'll be damned country ham, takes me back to Alabam
Won't you tell my story, pain and glory, guess my occupation
Free and easy, warm and breezy
Overnight sensation
Let me tell you now he sips, he quips
Dreams a lot about sailing ships
I'll be damned country ham, takes me back to Alabama
I'll be damned country ham, takes me back to Alabama
Sending the Old Man Home (Live)
Sending the Old Man Home (Live)
SENDING THE OLD MAN HOMEJimmy Buffett
They're sending the old man home
Back where the buffalo roam
Out in Pacific they say he was the best
Now he's in his "civies" headin' home like all the rest
He'll never forget Rosa Lee
Or sleepless nights he fought upon the sea
He'll only have the memories
Or great books by James Jones
`Cause they're sending the old man home
Far away
Far away
Another life so very far away
They'll tear down the officers clubs
And write off the overdue subs
So let's drink to their memories
Our heros and our pals
To those crazy navy flyers
To those swell Hawaiian gals
The sailors will dance in the street
Then they'll mothball the whole damn fleet
We'll only have the picture books
Of land and sea and foam
`Cause they're sending the old man home
He'll only have his memories
Or great books by James Jones
`Cause they're sending the old man home
Lady I Can't Explain (Live)
Lady I Can't Explain (Live)
LADY I CAN'T EXPLAIN (LIVE)
Jimmy Buffett
What could I do?
That's never been done before
What can I say?
That hasn't been said by scores
If I was a designer I could do nothing finer
Than dress you in style
But I'm a hopeless romantic still
behind all these antics
Is a heart full of smiles
So I'll just keep on dreamin'
The thoughts that are in my brain
You just keep on being
The lady I can't explain
I know that I've
The imagination of a child
And there are times
When I let it all run wild
But if I hurt, you forgive
Still you won't let me live
Some of those episodes down
That's why I love you
And put no one above you
Love your sights and your sounds
So I'll just keep on movin'
When the forecast calls for rain
You just keep on being
The lady I can't explain
So I'll just keep on movin'
When the forecast calls for rain
You just keep on being
The lady I can't explain
Yes I love you
Put no one above you
You're the lady I can't explain
Disc 1 - Great Heart
Disc 1 - Great Heart
GREAT HEARTJohnny Clegg
This world is full of strange behavior
Every man has to be his own savior
I know I can make it on my own if I try
But I'm searchin' for a great heart
To stand me by
Underneath the African sky
A great heart to stand me by
Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and keep me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
Sometimes I feel that you barely know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
There's a highway of stars across the heavens
There's a whispering song of the wind in the grass
There's a rolling thunder across the savannah
A hope and a dream at the edge of the sky
And your life is the story of the wind
Your life is a story like the wind
Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
sometimes I feel that you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
(Chant)
Repeat Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
Guk a 'mzimba (body grow old)
Sala 'nhliziyo (but heart remain behind)
Disc 1 - Saxophones
Disc 1 - Saxophones
SAXOPHONESI 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 1 - Gypsies In The Palace
Disc 1 - Gypsies In The Palace
GYPSIES IN THE PALACEJimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey & Will Jennings
So long Boss, knock 'em dead, don't worry 'bout a thing
Wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing
The limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone,
Me and Snake will watch your place and treat it like our own
Look at all this liquor
Look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste
We're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in his closet, I swear he wouldn't mind
Hell, we''ll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no fight
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
There's damsels in distress out there and we got all this beer
We'll free them from their condos and bring them over here
We'll show them his gold records
We'll play his music loud
We'll party just like Bubba does
We'll do the old man proud
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and we're going wild tonight.
He's the greatest guy to work for, man, he's really cool
Hey Snake, this party's getting dull, throw someone in the pool
Hey, let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line
Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake, we need more wine
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace and we're raising hell tonight, hey
Oh, hi there Boss, what's goin' on?
You say you're coming when?
I'll send Snake to pick you tomorrow night at ten, okay
Everybody out of here, the show is closing down
We've got to find someone to clean this up,
He's coming back to town
Hi there boss, we waxed your car, we raked and mowed
your lawn
We couldn't find enough to do in the short time you
were gone
Man it sure is peaceful here, you really got it all
If you ever hit the road again, give me and Snake
a call
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume
the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
Hello?
Hey, Jimmy, it's Glenn
Glenn, How ya' doing?
Fine man, I'm going on the road, do you know anyone who
could house sit for me?
I got these two great guys that look after my place man,
they're the best.
Disc 1 - In The Shelter
Disc 1 - In The Shelter
IN THE SHELTERJimmy Buffett
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 1 - Grapefruit Juicy Fruit
Disc 1 - Grapefruit Juicy Fruit
GRAPEFRUIT-JUICY FRUITJimmy Buffett
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 - Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
Disc 1 - Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
SON OF A SON OF A SAILORJimmy Buffett
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.
And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.
But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
Disc 1 - Knees Of My Heart
Disc 1 - Knees Of My Heart
KNEES OF MY HEARTI'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 1 - Burn That Bridge
Disc 1 - Burn That Bridge
BURN THAT BRIDGEI'm not saying I'm scared of you
But your love is something new
When I hold you we're swaying in the wind
Of all the bridges I've ever crossed
High and lonesome and wild and lost
I feel this time I'll take it to the end
We don't care what the people may say
If there's a price it's the price we'll pay
Chorus
And we'll burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn it down
Burn it down
We've both done our share of runnin' around
Now we know enough to know the kind of love
we've found
It's the real thing and we've got to see it through
eI'm a singer and a sailor on a midnight sea
Oh captain come and take me on your fantasy
If we're crazy that ain't nothin' new
'Cause we don't care what the people may say
If there's a price it's the price we'll pay and
Chorus
Who knows how it started
Who knows it's ends
The point of no return is waiting
just around the bend
Disc 1 - Come Monday
Disc 1 - Come Monday
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
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 - The Natives Are Restless
Disc 1 - The Natives Are Restless
The Natives Are Restless
Well, there's an uprising down on Watusi Street
And the witch doctor don't know what to think!
Well, the big chief says it isn't so
They get dressed up, messed up, ready to go
And the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
Yeah, they're doin' a dance no one's ever seen,
And they're barbecuin' real human beans!
They pick their teeth with porcupine
And wash you down with jungle wine!
Ooh, the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
(Mmm, wanna bite?)
Well, in the heat of the city, it's hard to be cool,
You don't wanna do nothin' too terri-bool
But in my neighborhood, there's somethin' you should know
When the drum beat starts, it's time to go!
Ooh, the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
Tonight!
Tonight!
Disc 1 - It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere
Disc 1 - It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere
It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow
And so am I
Work day passes like molasses in winter time
But it's July
Getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I could call him something
Think I'll just call it a day
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
Half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
But, hey, that's all right
I ain't had a day off now, in over a year
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
And be back to work before two
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffett do
Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
it's five o'clock somewhere
But he don't care, I don't care
Together
It's five o'clock somewhere
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour
Jimmy Buffett & Bobby HolcombIA 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 1 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
Disc 1 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
Disc 2 - The Tiki Bar Is Open
Disc 2 - The Tiki Bar Is Open
The Tiki Bar Is Open
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
I was out on a leave of absence
From any resemblance to reality
I felt like a rocket launched to the great blue yonder
From the boys down at Kennedy
I was driving by his majesty's court hotel
Where the sign said, "Praise his name"
I was tired and alone, I couldn't see too well
But I don't think that he was to blame
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
There's a full moon over Daytona beach
There's a full moon in my mind
And my suntan dream is still out of reach
And the strip malls are robbing me blind
Well, his name was Mr. Dale Earnhardt
And he drove the black, number three
Now the king is gone but he'll not be forgotten
Nor his like will we ever see
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
I know a drink ain't no solution
I ain't had one in seventeen years
But if that tiki bar was closed tonight
Well, I might just disappear
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
Disc 2 - Everybody's Talkin'
Disc 2 - Everybody's Talkin'
EVERYBODY'S TALKIN"Fred Neil
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 - Why Don't We Get Drunk
Disc 2 - Why Don't We Get Drunk
WHY DON'T WE GET DRUNKJimmy Buffett
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 - I Still Miss Someone
Disc 2 - I Still Miss Someone
I STILL MISS SOMEONE
At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind has come
Sweethearts stroll by together
And I still miss someone
I go out to a party
Hoping I can have some fun
All I find's a darkened corner
'Cause I still miss someone
Cause I never got over those blue eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
I wonder if she's misses
All the things that she undone
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone
Cause I never got over those blue eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind has come
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone
(We'll, miss you Johnny)
And I still miss someone
Disc 2 - It's My Job
Disc 2 - It's My Job
IT'S MY JOBBy Mac McAnally
In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb
I didn't know what about but I was feeling quite disturbed
A street sweeper came whistlin' by
He was bouncin' every step
It seemed strange how good he felt
So I asked him while he swept
Chorus
He said "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that makes the day for me"
Got an uncle who owns a bank he's a self made millionaire
He never had anyone to love never had no one to care
He always to seemed kind of sad to me
So I asked him why that was
And he told me it's because in my contract there's a clause
That says "It's my job to worried half to death
And that's the thing people respect in me
It's a job but without it I'd be less
Than what I expect from me"
I've been lazy most all of my life
Writing songs and sleeping late
Any manual labor I've done purely by mistake
If street sweepers can smile then
I've got no right to feel upset
But sometimes I still forget
Till the lights go on and the stage is set
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat
It's my job to be different than the rest
and that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the best
and that's a tough break for me
It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
and that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the best
and that makes the day for me.
Disc 2 - I Don't Know (Spicoli's Theme)
Disc 2 - I Don't Know (Spicoli's Theme)
I Don't Know (Spicoli's Theme)
You tell me I'm running on lost time
You tell me I'm dragging my heels
Do you make the most out of our time
Do you think you know how I feel
I don't know I don't know
Which way I should go
I don't know
I don't know
It's too gnarly a day for the classroom, mon
There breaking so nice down the coast
Let's jump in the car grab a buzz on
Cruisin' what I dig the most
I don't know I don't know
If the wind's gonna blow
I don't know
I don't know
Now I've got a terminal daydream
Something that's you'll never know
I keep it right here in my backpack, mon
And take it where ever I go
I don't know I don't know
If I'm high or I'm low
I don't know
I don't know I don't know
If I'm high or I'm low
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTYJimmy Buffett
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
Instrumental
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.
Disc 2 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
Disc 2 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
Disc 2 - Tampico Trauma
Disc 2 - Tampico Trauma
TAMPICO TRAUMAI must look a mess I must admit
But I have been traveling quite a bit
South of the border
where the law and order
Is kept by Federales who just grin
And tell you they just want to be your friend
They tell you they just want to be your friend
I left for Tampico last July
I jumped off that boat I almost died
There to greet us were pretty senioritas
I swore that I would not go home them
All those lovely ladies were my friends
All those sweet chiquitas they don't pretend
Como esta, Senorita?
That is all I really want to say
I was thrown out of the country yesterday
You see I was drinkin' doubles
Causin' lots of trouble
When the man looked in the window of the bar and he grinned
And said if you come back we just may not be your friend
I don't want to see you around here again
You come back next time we may not pretend
Hi Dee Ho Boys!
Disc 2 - Mexico
Disc 2 - Mexico
MexicoJames Taylor
Verse
WAY DOWN HERE
YOU NEED A REASON TO MOVE
FEEL A FOOL
RUNNIN' YOUR STATE SIDE GAME
LOSE YOUR LOAD
LEAVE YOUR MIND BEHIND, BABY JAMES
Chorus
OH MEXICO
IT SOUNDS SO SIMPLE
I JUST GOT TO GO
THE SUN'S SO HOT
I FORGOT TO GO HOME
GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
Verse
AMERICANO'S GOT THE SLEEPY EYES
BUT HIS BODY'S STILL SHAKEN LIKE A LIVE WIRE
SENIORITA WITH HER EYES ON FIRE, DON'T YOU KNOW
Chorus
OH MEXICO
IT SOUNDS SO SWEET
WITH THE SUN SINKIN' LOW
THE MOONS SO BRIGHT
LIKE TO LIGHT UP THE LIGHT
MAKE EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT
Verse
BABYS HUNGRY
AND THE MONEY'S ALL GONE
THE FOLKS BACK HOME
DON'T WANT TO TALK ON THE PHONE
SHE GETS A LONG LETTER
SENDS BACK A POST CARD
TIMES ARE HARD
Chorus
OH DOWN IN MEXICO
I NEVER REALLY BEEN
SO I DON'T REALLY KNOW
OOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
OOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I'VE NEVER REALLY BEEN
BUT I'D SURE LIKE TO GO
WOOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
Disc 2 - Margaritaville
Disc 2 - Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
Disc 2 - Volcano
Disc 2 - Volcano
VOLCANOJimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey
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 - Fins
Disc 2 - Fins
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Disc 2 - The Wind Cries Mary
Disc 2 - The Wind Cries Mary
The Wind Cries Mary
After all the jacks are in their boxes and the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red and the wind whispers mary
A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind it cries mary
The traffic lights they turn of blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sails downstream cause the life that lived is is dead
And the wind screams mary
Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past
And with this crutch its old age and its wisdom
It whispers no this will be the last
And the wind cries mary
Disc 1 - Great Heart
Disc 1 - Great Heart
GREAT HEARTJohnny Clegg
This world is full of strange behavior
Every man has to be his own savior
I know I can make it on my own if I try
But I'm searchin' for a great heart
To stand me by
Underneath the African sky
A great heart to stand me by
Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and keep me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
Sometimes I feel that you barely know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
There's a highway of stars across the heavens
There's a whispering song of the wind in the grass
There's a rolling thunder across the savannah
A hope and a dream at the edge of the sky
And your life is the story of the wind
Your life is a story like the wind
Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
sometimes I feel that you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
(Chant)
Repeat Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
Guk a 'mzimba (body grow old)
Sala 'nhliziyo (but heart remain behind)
Disc 1 - Gypsies In The Palace
Disc 1 - Gypsies In The Palace
GYPSIES IN THE PALACEJimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey & Will Jennings
So long Boss, knock 'em dead, don't worry 'bout a thing
Wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing
The limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone,
Me and Snake will watch your place and treat it like our own
Look at all this liquor
Look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste
We're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in his closet, I swear he wouldn't mind
Hell, we''ll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no fight
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
There's damsels in distress out there and we got all this beer
We'll free them from their condos and bring them over here
We'll show them his gold records
We'll play his music loud
We'll party just like Bubba does
We'll do the old man proud
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and we're going wild tonight.
He's the greatest guy to work for, man, he's really cool
Hey Snake, this party's getting dull, throw someone in the pool
Hey, let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line
Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake, we need more wine
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace and we're raising hell tonight, hey
Oh, hi there Boss, what's goin' on?
You say you're coming when?
I'll send Snake to pick you tomorrow night at ten, okay
Everybody out of here, the show is closing down
We've got to find someone to clean this up,
He's coming back to town
Hi there boss, we waxed your car, we raked and mowed
your lawn
We couldn't find enough to do in the short time you
were gone
Man it sure is peaceful here, you really got it all
If you ever hit the road again, give me and Snake
a call
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume
the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
Hello?
Hey, Jimmy, it's Glenn
Glenn, How ya' doing?
Fine man, I'm going on the road, do you know anyone who
could house sit for me?
I got these two great guys that look after my place man,
they're the best.
Disc 1 - In The Shelter
Disc 1 - In The Shelter
IN THE SHELTERJimmy Buffett
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 1 - Jolly Mon Sing
Disc 1 - Jolly Mon Sing
JOLLY MONJimmy Buffett, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
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 - Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
Disc 1 - Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
SON OF A SON OF A SAILORJimmy Buffett
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.
And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.
But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
Disc 1 - Come Monday
Disc 1 - Come Monday
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
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 - Gravity Storm
Disc 1 - Gravity Storm
GRAVITY STORMJimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver
Apple fall out of the tree and hit the ground
Pretty soom we realize we're earthly bound
Babies fall and babies cry in early years
Mamas dust them off and wipe away the tears
CHORUS
Ohhhhhhhh watch out for that gravity storm
It don't give no warning signs
Ohhhhhhhh watch out for that gravity storm
Ohhoo
All your life you have to deal with ups and downs
So listen to your heartstrings as you move around
Don't forget to listen to the steady beat
Don't forget to balance on your ready feet
Repeat Chorus
I will keep you warm
Shelter in the storm
All your life
I well keep you warm
Shelter from the storm
All your life
Apple fall out of the tree and hit the ground
Pretty soon we realize we're earthly bound
Babies fall and babies cry in early years
Mamas dust them off and wipe away the tears
Repeat Chorus
I will keep you warm
Shelter in the storm
All your life
I will keep you warm
Shelter from the storm
All your life
Disc 1 - Pencil Thin Moustache
Disc 1 - Pencil Thin Moustache
PENCIL-THIN MUSTACHEJimmy Buffett
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 - Natives Are Restless
Disc 1 - Natives Are Restless
The Natives Are Restless
Well, there's an uprising down on Watusi Street
And the witch doctor don't know what to think!
Well, the big chief says it isn't so
They get dressed up, messed up, ready to go
And the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
Yeah, they're doin' a dance no one's ever seen,
And they're barbecuin' real human beans!
They pick their teeth with porcupine
And wash you down with jungle wine!
Ooh, the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
(Mmm, wanna bite?)
Well, in the heat of the city, it's hard to be cool,
You don't wanna do nothin' too terri-bool
But in my neighborhood, there's somethin' you should know
When the drum beat starts, it's time to go!
Ooh, the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
Tonight!
Tonight!
Disc 1 - It's Five O'Clock Somewhere
Disc 1 - It's Five O'Clock Somewhere
It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow
And so am I
Work day passes like molasses in winter time
But it's July
Getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I could call him something
Think I'll just call it a day
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
Half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
But, hey, that's all right
I ain't had a day off now, in over a year
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
And be back to work before two
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffett do
Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
it's five o'clock somewhere
But he don't care, I don't care
Together
It's five o'clock somewhere
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOURJimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE
Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea
Disc 1 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
Disc 1 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
Disc 2 - Tiki Bar
Disc 2 - Tiki Bar
The Tiki Bar Is Open
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
I was out on a leave of absence
From any resemblance to reality
I felt like a rocket launched to the great blue yonder
From the boys down at Kennedy
I was driving by his majesty's court hotel
Where the sign said, "Praise his name"
I was tired and alone, I couldn't see too well
But I don't think that he was to blame
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
There's a full moon over Daytona beach
There's a full moon in my mind
And my suntan dream is still out of reach
And the strip malls are robbing me blind
Well, his name was Mr. Dale Earnhardt
And he drove the black, number three
Now the king is gone but he'll not be forgotten
Nor his like will we ever see
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
I know a drink ain't no solution
I ain't had one in seventeen years
But if that tiki bar was closed tonight
Well, I might just disappear
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
Disc 2 - This Hotel Room
Disc 2 - This Hotel Room
THIS HOTEL ROOMThis hotel room got a lot of stuff
A laundry bag and a shoe shine cloth
Thirty-two hangers and a touch-tone phone
Well a light that comes on when I'm not home
I ain't home, I ain't home
You better leave a message cause I ain't home
They got an air conditioner for when I'm hot
A radiator for when I'm not
Two big chairs sittin' side by side
With a Holy bible and a TV guide
TV guide, TV guide, great God o' mighty
It's a TV guide
I got a second story view from curb to curb
I got a sign that reads "Do not disturb"
A monogram towel and a bucket of ice
A chest of drawers and a mirror that lies
Mirror that lies, mirror that lies,
That couldn't be me in the gorilla disguise
They got a room service menu for food and drinks
A porcelain thrown and an aluminum sink
Two big pillows to rest my head
A magic fingers and a king size bed
Put in a quarter, turn out the light
Magic fingers makes you feel alright
Feel alright, feel alright
Magic fingers makes you feel alright
Oh this ole' hotel's alright with me
They pay the postage if you loose the key
This hotel has got a lot of stuff
But I do believe I have had enough
Call my baby said, don't you pout
I'm packin' my bags and I'm checking out
Just as soon as you hang up the telephone
Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home
Comin' home, comin home
Stick a candle in the window, I'm comin' home
Disc 2 - The Wino And I Know
Disc 2 - The Wino And I Know
THE WINO AND I KNOWJimmy Buffett
The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan,
He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow;
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet,
To the rhythm that only he knows.
And I've seen him in so many places,
I saw him the night I was born;
In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn.
And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin'
Like the door-to-door salesman knows
the pains of bell ringin'
It's a strange situation,
a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Well the coffee is strong
at the Cafe Du Monde,
And the donuts are too hot to touch;
But just like a fool, when those
sweet goodies cool, I ate 'til I ate way too much.
Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me,
Be they pastries or lobsters or love;
I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy,
In a world full of pushin' and shove.
And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin',
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pick-up
truck rustin'.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Sweet Senorita, Won't you please come with me?
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea;
Back to the only place that I want to be.
And the Wino and I know the joys of the ocean,
Like a boy knows the joys of his milkshake
in motion.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Disc 2 - School Boy Heart
Disc 2 - School Boy Heart
School Boy HeartJimmy Buffett & Matt Betton
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose
I suppose the need to focus never arose
So something like a Swiss Army knife, that's my life
Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me
Breakin' free, breakin' free
"Cause I got a school boy heart, novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a bartender ear and a beachcomber style
Piratical nerve and a vaudevillian style
I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi
I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck
With all hands spread all over the deck,--what the heck.
Then some kind of unseen and unscrupulous mind
Began to pick up what he could find, added ice
Shook me twice, rolled the dice
Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a native tongue from way down south
It sits in the cheek of my Gulf coastal mouth
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose
I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi,........
Disc 2 - I Don't Know (Spicoli's Theme)
Disc 2 - I Don't Know (Spicoli's Theme)
I Don't Know (Spicoli's Theme)
You tell me I'm running on lost time
You tell me I'm dragging my heels
Do you make the most out of our time
Do you think you know how I feel
I don't know I don't know
Which way I should go
I don't know
I don't know
It's too gnarly a day for the classroom, mon
There breaking so nice down the coast
Let's jump in the car grab a buzz on
Cruisin' what I dig the most
I don't know I don't know
If the wind's gonna blow
I don't know
I don't know
Now I've got a terminal daydream
Something that's you'll never know
I keep it right here in my backpack, mon
And take it where ever I go
I don't know I don't know
If I'm high or I'm low
I don't know
I don't know I don't know
If I'm high or I'm low
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTYJimmy Buffett
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
Instrumental
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.
Disc 2 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
Disc 2 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
Disc 2 - Mexico
Disc 2 - Mexico
MexicoJames Taylor
Verse
WAY DOWN HERE
YOU NEED A REASON TO MOVE
FEEL A FOOL
RUNNIN' YOUR STATE SIDE GAME
LOSE YOUR LOAD
LEAVE YOUR MIND BEHIND, BABY JAMES
Chorus
OH MEXICO
IT SOUNDS SO SIMPLE
I JUST GOT TO GO
THE SUN'S SO HOT
I FORGOT TO GO HOME
GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
Verse
AMERICANO'S GOT THE SLEEPY EYES
BUT HIS BODY'S STILL SHAKEN LIKE A LIVE WIRE
SENIORITA WITH HER EYES ON FIRE, DON'T YOU KNOW
Chorus
OH MEXICO
IT SOUNDS SO SWEET
WITH THE SUN SINKIN' LOW
THE MOONS SO BRIGHT
LIKE TO LIGHT UP THE LIGHT
MAKE EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT
Verse
BABYS HUNGRY
AND THE MONEY'S ALL GONE
THE FOLKS BACK HOME
DON'T WANT TO TALK ON THE PHONE
SHE GETS A LONG LETTER
SENDS BACK A POST CARD
TIMES ARE HARD
Chorus
OH DOWN IN MEXICO
I NEVER REALLY BEEN
SO I DON'T REALLY KNOW
OOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
OOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I'VE NEVER REALLY BEEN
BUT I'D SURE LIKE TO GO
WOOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
Disc 2 - Margaritaville
Disc 2 - Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
Disc 2 - Volcano
Disc 2 - Volcano
VOLCANOJimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey
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 - Fins
Disc 2 - Fins
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Disc 2 - Southern Cross
Disc 2 - Southern Cross
Southern Cross
Got out of town on a boat goin' to southern islands.
Sailing a reach before a followin' sea.
She was makin' for the trades on the outside,
And the downhill run to Papeete Bay.
Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas.
We got eighty feet of the waterline.
Nicely making way.
In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away.
Think about how many times I have fallen,
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin' for that woman, girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. And you know it will.
When you see the Southern Cross for the first time,
You understand now why you came this way.
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.
So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dyin'.
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship and all her flags are a flyin'
She is all that I have left and music is her name.
Think about how many times I have fallen,
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin' for that woman, girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. And you know it will.
So we cheated and we lied and we tested
And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do.
You will survive being bested.
But somebody fine will come along make me forget about loving you.
At the Southern Cross.
Disc 2 - Brown Eyed Girl
Disc 2 - Brown Eyed Girl
BROWN EYED GIRLVan Morrison
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 2 - Lovely Cruise
Disc 2 - Lovely Cruise
LOVELY CRUISEDrink it up
This ones for you
It's been a lovely cruise
I'm sorry it's ended
It's sad but it's true
Honey it's been a lovely cruise
These moments were left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
There's wind in our hair
And there's water in our shoes
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
These moments we're left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
And those harbor lights
Aw they're coming into view
We bid our farewell much too soon
So drink it up
This one's for you
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
Yea baby, it's been a lovely cruise
Oh darlin' it's been a lovely cruise
Disc 1 - It's Midnight And I'm Not Famous Yet
Disc 1 - It's Midnight And I'm Not Famous Yet
IT'S MIDNIGHT AND I'M NOT FAMOUS YETJimmy Buffett & Steve Goodman
Catch the elevator from the penthouse suite
And take it down to the casino
The God almighty sound of money movin' round
Can be heard all the way to Reno
Chorus
Well it's midnight and I'm not famous yet
Tryin' to win it all with one more bet
Nothin' can stop my thirty-two hop
Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo
It's midnight and I'm just gettin' ready to go
Lester Polyester signs another marker
Like the high rollers do
Seven come eleven
His brand new baby needs Gucci shoes
Well it's midnight and she's not famous yet
Tryin' to break the bank with one more bet
Nothin' can stop my thirty-two hop
Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo
It's midnight and Lester's gettin' ready to roll
Instrumental
They're pagin' someone we know
Lester hits a Keno
he's not leavin' yet
Vacuum cleaners hummin'lounge act still is strummin'
It's their twenty fourth set
Well it's midnight and they're not famous yet
Tryin' to win with one last bet
Nothin' can stop my thirty-two hop
Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo
It's midnight got nowhere to go
Disc 2 - Everybody's Talkin'
Disc 2 - Everybody's Talkin'
EVERYBODY'S TALKIN"Fred Neil
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 - Why Don't We Get Drunk
Disc 2 - Why Don't We Get Drunk
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOURJimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE
Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea
Disc 1 - Great Heart
Disc 1 - Great Heart
GREAT HEARTJohnny Clegg
This world is full of strange behavior
Every man has to be his own savior
I know I can make it on my own if I try
But I'm searchin' for a great heart
To stand me by
Underneath the African sky
A great heart to stand me by
Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and keep me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
Sometimes I feel that you barely know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
There's a highway of stars across the heavens
There's a whispering song of the wind in the grass
There's a rolling thunder across the savannah
A hope and a dream at the edge of the sky
And your life is the story of the wind
Your life is a story like the wind
Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
sometimes I feel that you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
(Chant)
Repeat Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
Guk a 'mzimba (body grow old)
Sala 'nhliziyo (but heart remain behind)
Disc 1 - Gravity Storm
Disc 1 - Gravity Storm
GRAVITY STORMJimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver
Apple fall out of the tree and hit the ground
Pretty soom we realize we're earthly bound
Babies fall and babies cry in early years
Mamas dust them off and wipe away the tears
CHORUS
Ohhhhhhhh watch out for that gravity storm
It don't give no warning signs
Ohhhhhhhh watch out for that gravity storm
Ohhoo
All your life you have to deal with ups and downs
So listen to your heartstrings as you move around
Don't forget to listen to the steady beat
Don't forget to balance on your ready feet
Repeat Chorus
I will keep you warm
Shelter in the storm
All your life
I well keep you warm
Shelter from the storm
All your life
Apple fall out of the tree and hit the ground
Pretty soon we realize we're earthly bound
Babies fall and babies cry in early years
Mamas dust them off and wipe away the tears
Repeat Chorus
I will keep you warm
Shelter in the storm
All your life
I will keep you warm
Shelter from the storm
All your life
Disc 1 - Gypsies In The Palace
Disc 1 - Gypsies In The Palace
GYPSIES IN THE PALACEJimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey & Will Jennings
So long Boss, knock 'em dead, don't worry 'bout a thing
Wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing
The limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone,
Me and Snake will watch your place and treat it like our own
Look at all this liquor
Look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste
We're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in his closet, I swear he wouldn't mind
Hell, we''ll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no fight
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
There's damsels in distress out there and we got all this beer
We'll free them from their condos and bring them over here
We'll show them his gold records
We'll play his music loud
We'll party just like Bubba does
We'll do the old man proud
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and we're going wild tonight.
He's the greatest guy to work for, man, he's really cool
Hey Snake, this party's getting dull, throw someone in the pool
Hey, let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line
Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake, we need more wine
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace and we're raising hell tonight, hey
Oh, hi there Boss, what's goin' on?
You say you're coming when?
I'll send Snake to pick you tomorrow night at ten, okay
Everybody out of here, the show is closing down
We've got to find someone to clean this up,
He's coming back to town
Hi there boss, we waxed your car, we raked and mowed
your lawn
We couldn't find enough to do in the short time you
were gone
Man it sure is peaceful here, you really got it all
If you ever hit the road again, give me and Snake
a call
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume
the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
Hello?
Hey, Jimmy, it's Glenn
Glenn, How ya' doing?
Fine man, I'm going on the road, do you know anyone who
could house sit for me?
I got these two great guys that look after my place man,
they're the best.
Disc 1 - In The Shelter
Disc 1 - In The Shelter
IN THE SHELTERJimmy Buffett
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 1 - Honey Do
Disc 1 - Honey Do
HONEY DOJimmy Buffett & Mike Utley
You never try to keep the wild ones home
But mister don't just sit there and wait
Go out on the town makin' all of the rounds
It don't matter if you're your own date
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southerneese
Honey do, Honey, come and do me again
I've seen your fat cats style
Three hundred pounds of jive ass smile
Young girls gigglin' all the while
That's not my cup of chowder
I go for candlelight
Cold champagne nearly every night
Honey, do a little toast to me and you
Honey, why couldn't you have taken the non stop train
I'm hungry and I really want to see you again
I know it's gettin' late
Waiter keeps starin' at your empty plate
Maitre'd keeps tellin' me
"Sir, she's just not coming."
Now what the hell does Garcon know
We've been through all this before
Honey do, Honey, come and do me again
Honey, why couldn't you have taken the non stop train?
I'm hungry and I really want to see you again
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southerneese
Honey do, Honey come and do me again
Yeah, Honey do, Honey come and do me again.
Disc 1 - Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
Disc 1 - Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
SON OF A SON OF A SAILORJimmy Buffett
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.
And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.
But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
Disc 1 - Knees Of My Heart
Disc 1 - Knees Of My Heart
KNEES OF MY HEARTI'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 1 - Coconut Telegraph
Disc 1 - Coconut Telegraph
COCONUT TELEGRAPHJimmy Buffett
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 - The Natives Are Restless
Disc 1 - The Natives Are Restless
The Natives Are Restless
Well, there's an uprising down on Watusi Street
And the witch doctor don't know what to think!
Well, the big chief says it isn't so
They get dressed up, messed up, ready to go
And the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
Yeah, they're doin' a dance no one's ever seen,
And they're barbecuin' real human beans!
They pick their teeth with porcupine
And wash you down with jungle wine!
Ooh, the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
(Mmm, wanna bite?)
Well, in the heat of the city, it's hard to be cool,
You don't wanna do nothin' too terri-bool
But in my neighborhood, there's somethin' you should know
When the drum beat starts, it's time to go!
Ooh, the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
Tonight!
Tonight!
Disc 1 - Come Monday
Disc 1 - Come Monday
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
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 - It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere
Disc 1 - It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere
It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow
And so am I
Work day passes like molasses in winter time
But it's July
Getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I could call him something
Think I'll just call it a day
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
Half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
But, hey, that's all right
I ain't had a day off now, in over a year
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
And be back to work before two
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffett do
Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
it's five o'clock somewhere
But he don't care, I don't care
Together
It's five o'clock somewhere
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour
Jimmy Buffett & Bobby HolcombIA 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 1 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
Disc 1 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
Disc 2 - The Tiki Bar Is Open
Disc 2 - The Tiki Bar Is Open
The Tiki Bar Is Open
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
I was out on a leave of absence
From any resemblance to reality
I felt like a rocket launched to the great blue yonder
From the boys down at Kennedy
I was driving by his majesty's court hotel
Where the sign said, "Praise his name"
I was tired and alone, I couldn't see too well
But I don't think that he was to blame
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
There's a full moon over Daytona beach
There's a full moon in my mind
And my suntan dream is still out of reach
And the strip malls are robbing me blind
Well, his name was Mr. Dale Earnhardt
And he drove the black, number three
Now the king is gone but he'll not be forgotten
Nor his like will we ever see
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
I know a drink ain't no solution
I ain't had one in seventeen years
But if that tiki bar was closed tonight
Well, I might just disappear
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
Disc 2 - Everybody's Talkin'
Disc 2 - Everybody's Talkin'
EVERYBODY'S TALKIN"Fred Neil
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 - Why Don't We Get Drunk
Disc 2 - Why Don't We Get Drunk
WHY DON'T WE GET DRUNKJimmy Buffett
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 - The Wino And I Know
Disc 2 - The Wino And I Know
THE WINO AND I KNOWJimmy Buffett
The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan,
He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow;
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet,
To the rhythm that only he knows.
And I've seen him in so many places,
I saw him the night I was born;
In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn.
And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin'
Like the door-to-door salesman knows
the pains of bell ringin'
It's a strange situation,
a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Well the coffee is strong
at the Cafe Du Monde,
And the donuts are too hot to touch;
But just like a fool, when those
sweet goodies cool, I ate 'til I ate way too much.
Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me,
Be they pastries or lobsters or love;
I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy,
In a world full of pushin' and shove.
And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin',
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pick-up
truck rustin'.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Sweet Senorita, Won't you please come with me?
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea;
Back to the only place that I want to be.
And the Wino and I know the joys of the ocean,
Like a boy knows the joys of his milkshake
in motion.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Disc 2 - It's My Job
Disc 2 - It's My Job
IT'S MY JOBBy Mac McAnally
In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb
I didn't know what about but I was feeling quite disturbed
A street sweeper came whistlin' by
He was bouncin' every step
It seemed strange how good he felt
So I asked him while he swept
Chorus
He said "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that makes the day for me"
Got an uncle who owns a bank he's a self made millionaire
He never had anyone to love never had no one to care
He always to seemed kind of sad to me
So I asked him why that was
And he told me it's because in my contract there's a clause
That says "It's my job to worried half to death
And that's the thing people respect in me
It's a job but without it I'd be less
Than what I expect from me"
I've been lazy most all of my life
Writing songs and sleeping late
Any manual labor I've done purely by mistake
If street sweepers can smile then
I've got no right to feel upset
But sometimes I still forget
Till the lights go on and the stage is set
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat
It's my job to be different than the rest
and that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the best
and that's a tough break for me
It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
and that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the best
and that makes the day for me.
Disc 2 - School Boy Heart
Disc 2 - School Boy Heart
School Boy HeartJimmy Buffett & Matt Betton
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose
I suppose the need to focus never arose
So something like a Swiss Army knife, that's my life
Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me
Breakin' free, breakin' free
"Cause I got a school boy heart, novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a bartender ear and a beachcomber style
Piratical nerve and a vaudevillian style
I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi
I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck
With all hands spread all over the deck,--what the heck.
Then some kind of unseen and unscrupulous mind
Began to pick up what he could find, added ice
Shook me twice, rolled the dice
Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a native tongue from way down south
It sits in the cheek of my Gulf coastal mouth
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose
I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi,........
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTYJimmy Buffett
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
Instrumental
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.
Disc 2 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
Disc 2 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
Disc 2 - Apocalypso
Disc 2 - Apocalypso
ApocalypsoMatt Betton
They say this universe is bound to blow
But I say we crank up the calypso control
Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso
Now I'm no dancer as dancers go
But this is one step that you need to know
Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso
We'll be dancing when we go
Planets come and planets go
Apocalypso
Undisturbed the dancers flow
Apocalypso
Old galaxies can be cold
So I'll hold you close
When this earthly light is burning low
This dance will take you to the next plateau
Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso
We'll be dancing when we go
We'll be dancing when we go
Planets come and planets go
Apocalypso
Undisturbed the dancers flow
Apocalypso
Yes we'll ride that final tide
Apocalypso
Gone away just yesterday
Apocalypso
1993 Vernon Dubusque Music (BMI). All rights reserved.
Used by Permission
Disc 2 - Mexico
Disc 2 - Mexico
MexicoJames Taylor
Verse
WAY DOWN HERE
YOU NEED A REASON TO MOVE
FEEL A FOOL
RUNNIN' YOUR STATE SIDE GAME
LOSE YOUR LOAD
LEAVE YOUR MIND BEHIND, BABY JAMES
Chorus
OH MEXICO
IT SOUNDS SO SIMPLE
I JUST GOT TO GO
THE SUN'S SO HOT
I FORGOT TO GO HOME
GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
Verse
AMERICANO'S GOT THE SLEEPY EYES
BUT HIS BODY'S STILL SHAKEN LIKE A LIVE WIRE
SENIORITA WITH HER EYES ON FIRE, DON'T YOU KNOW
Chorus
OH MEXICO
IT SOUNDS SO SWEET
WITH THE SUN SINKIN' LOW
THE MOONS SO BRIGHT
LIKE TO LIGHT UP THE LIGHT
MAKE EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT
Verse
BABYS HUNGRY
AND THE MONEY'S ALL GONE
THE FOLKS BACK HOME
DON'T WANT TO TALK ON THE PHONE
SHE GETS A LONG LETTER
SENDS BACK A POST CARD
TIMES ARE HARD
Chorus
OH DOWN IN MEXICO
I NEVER REALLY BEEN
SO I DON'T REALLY KNOW
OOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
OOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I'VE NEVER REALLY BEEN
BUT I'D SURE LIKE TO GO
WOOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
Disc 2 - Margaritaville
Disc 2 - Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
Disc 2 - Volcano
Disc 2 - Volcano
VOLCANOJimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey
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 - Fins
Disc 2 - Fins
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Disc 2 - Sea Cruise
Disc 2 - Sea Cruise
Sea Cruise
Old man Rhythm is in my shoes
No use sittin' and a singin' the blues
So be my guest, you got nothin' to lose
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise
Feel like jumpin'
Baby, won't you join me please
I don't like beggin'
But know I'm on bended knees
I got to get rockin' get my hat off the rack
I got to boogie woogie like a knife in the back
So be my guest, you got nothin' to lose
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise?
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise
I got to get to movin' and I ain't lyin'
My heart is beatin' rhythm and it's right on time
So be my guest, you got nothin' to lose
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise
Feel like jumpin'
Baby, won't you join me please
I don't like beggin'
But now I'm on bended knees
Disc 2 - Lovely Cruise
Disc 2 - Lovely Cruise
LOVELY CRUISEDrink it up
This ones for you
It's been a lovely cruise
I'm sorry it's ended
It's sad but it's true
Honey it's been a lovely cruise
These moments were left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
There's wind in our hair
And there's water in our shoes
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
These moments we're left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
And those harbor lights
Aw they're coming into view
We bid our farewell much too soon
So drink it up
This one's for you
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
Yea baby, it's been a lovely cruise
Oh darlin' it's been a lovely cruise
Disc 1 - Great Heart
Disc 1 - Great Heart
GREAT HEARTJohnny Clegg
This world is full of strange behavior
Every man has to be his own savior
I know I can make it on my own if I try
But I'm searchin' for a great heart
To stand me by
Underneath the African sky
A great heart to stand me by
Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and keep me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
Sometimes I feel that you barely know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
There's a highway of stars across the heavens
There's a whispering song of the wind in the grass
There's a rolling thunder across the savannah
A hope and a dream at the edge of the sky
And your life is the story of the wind
Your life is a story like the wind
Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
sometimes I feel that you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
(Chant)
Repeat Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
Guk a 'mzimba (body grow old)
Sala 'nhliziyo (but heart remain behind)
Disc 1 - Gypsies In The Palace
Disc 1 - Gypsies In The Palace
GYPSIES IN THE PALACEJimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey & Will Jennings
So long Boss, knock 'em dead, don't worry 'bout a thing
Wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing
The limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone,
Me and Snake will watch your place and treat it like our own
Look at all this liquor
Look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste
We're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in his closet, I swear he wouldn't mind
Hell, we''ll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no fight
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
There's damsels in distress out there and we got all this beer
We'll free them from their condos and bring them over here
We'll show them his gold records
We'll play his music loud
We'll party just like Bubba does
We'll do the old man proud
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and we're going wild tonight.
He's the greatest guy to work for, man, he's really cool
Hey Snake, this party's getting dull, throw someone in the pool
Hey, let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line
Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake, we need more wine
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace and we're raising hell tonight, hey
Oh, hi there Boss, what's goin' on?
You say you're coming when?
I'll send Snake to pick you tomorrow night at ten, okay
Everybody out of here, the show is closing down
We've got to find someone to clean this up,
He's coming back to town
Hi there boss, we waxed your car, we raked and mowed
your lawn
We couldn't find enough to do in the short time you
were gone
Man it sure is peaceful here, you really got it all
If you ever hit the road again, give me and Snake
a call
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume
the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
Hello?
Hey, Jimmy, it's Glenn
Glenn, How ya' doing?
Fine man, I'm going on the road, do you know anyone who
could house sit for me?
I got these two great guys that look after my place man,
they're the best.
Disc 1 - Saxophones
Disc 1 - Saxophones
SAXOPHONESI 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 1 - In The Shelter
Disc 1 - In The Shelter
IN THE SHELTERJimmy Buffett
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 1 - Honey Do
Disc 1 - Honey Do
HONEY DOJimmy Buffett & Mike Utley
You never try to keep the wild ones home
But mister don't just sit there and wait
Go out on the town makin' all of the rounds
It don't matter if you're your own date
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southerneese
Honey do, Honey, come and do me again
I've seen your fat cats style
Three hundred pounds of jive ass smile
Young girls gigglin' all the while
That's not my cup of chowder
I go for candlelight
Cold champagne nearly every night
Honey, do a little toast to me and you
Honey, why couldn't you have taken the non stop train
I'm hungry and I really want to see you again
I know it's gettin' late
Waiter keeps starin' at your empty plate
Maitre'd keeps tellin' me
"Sir, she's just not coming."
Now what the hell does Garcon know
We've been through all this before
Honey do, Honey, come and do me again
Honey, why couldn't you have taken the non stop train?
I'm hungry and I really want to see you again
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southerneese
Honey do, Honey come and do me again
Yeah, Honey do, Honey come and do me again.
Disc 1 - Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
Disc 1 - Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
SON OF A SON OF A SAILORJimmy Buffett
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.
And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.
But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
Disc 1 - Knees Of My Heart
Disc 1 - Knees Of My Heart
KNEES OF MY HEARTI'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 1 - Burn That Bridge
Disc 1 - Burn That Bridge
BURN THAT BRIDGEI'm not saying I'm scared of you
But your love is something new
When I hold you we're swaying in the wind
Of all the bridges I've ever crossed
High and lonesome and wild and lost
I feel this time I'll take it to the end
We don't care what the people may say
If there's a price it's the price we'll pay
Chorus
And we'll burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn it down
Burn it down
We've both done our share of runnin' around
Now we know enough to know the kind of love
we've found
It's the real thing and we've got to see it through
eI'm a singer and a sailor on a midnight sea
Oh captain come and take me on your fantasy
If we're crazy that ain't nothin' new
'Cause we don't care what the people may say
If there's a price it's the price we'll pay and
Chorus
Who knows how it started
Who knows it's ends
The point of no return is waiting
just around the bend
Disc 1 - The Natives Are Restless
Disc 1 - The Natives Are Restless
The Natives Are Restless
Well, there's an uprising down on Watusi Street
And the witch doctor don't know what to think!
Well, the big chief says it isn't so
They get dressed up, messed up, ready to go
And the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
Yeah, they're doin' a dance no one's ever seen,
And they're barbecuin' real human beans!
They pick their teeth with porcupine
And wash you down with jungle wine!
Ooh, the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
(Mmm, wanna bite?)
Well, in the heat of the city, it's hard to be cool,
You don't wanna do nothin' too terri-bool
But in my neighborhood, there's somethin' you should know
When the drum beat starts, it's time to go!
Ooh, the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
Tonight!
Tonight!
Disc 1 - Come Monday
Disc 1 - Come Monday
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
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 - It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere
Disc 1 - It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere
It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow
And so am I
Work day passes like molasses in winter time
But it's July
Getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I could call him something
Think I'll just call it a day
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
Half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
But, hey, that's all right
I ain't had a day off now, in over a year
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
And be back to work before two
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffett do
Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
it's five o'clock somewhere
But he don't care, I don't care
Together
It's five o'clock somewhere
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour
Jimmy Buffett & Bobby HolcombIA 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 1 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
Disc 1 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
Disc 2 - The Tiki Bar Is Open
Disc 2 - The Tiki Bar Is Open
The Tiki Bar Is Open
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
I was out on a leave of absence
From any resemblance to reality
I felt like a rocket launched to the great blue yonder
From the boys down at Kennedy
I was driving by his majesty's court hotel
Where the sign said, "Praise his name"
I was tired and alone, I couldn't see too well
But I don't think that he was to blame
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
There's a full moon over Daytona beach
There's a full moon in my mind
And my suntan dream is still out of reach
And the strip malls are robbing me blind
Well, his name was Mr. Dale Earnhardt
And he drove the black, number three
Now the king is gone but he'll not be forgotten
Nor his like will we ever see
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
I know a drink ain't no solution
I ain't had one in seventeen years
But if that tiki bar was closed tonight
Well, I might just disappear
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
Disc 2 - Everybody's Talkin'
Disc 2 - Everybody's Talkin'
EVERYBODY'S TALKIN"Fred Neil
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 - Why Don't We Get Drunk
Disc 2 - Why Don't We Get Drunk
WHY DON'T WE GET DRUNKJimmy Buffett
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 - This Hotel Room
Disc 2 - This Hotel Room
THIS HOTEL ROOMThis hotel room got a lot of stuff
A laundry bag and a shoe shine cloth
Thirty-two hangers and a touch-tone phone
Well a light that comes on when I'm not home
I ain't home, I ain't home
You better leave a message cause I ain't home
They got an air conditioner for when I'm hot
A radiator for when I'm not
Two big chairs sittin' side by side
With a Holy bible and a TV guide
TV guide, TV guide, great God o' mighty
It's a TV guide
I got a second story view from curb to curb
I got a sign that reads "Do not disturb"
A monogram towel and a bucket of ice
A chest of drawers and a mirror that lies
Mirror that lies, mirror that lies,
That couldn't be me in the gorilla disguise
They got a room service menu for food and drinks
A porcelain thrown and an aluminum sink
Two big pillows to rest my head
A magic fingers and a king size bed
Put in a quarter, turn out the light
Magic fingers makes you feel alright
Feel alright, feel alright
Magic fingers makes you feel alright
Oh this ole' hotel's alright with me
They pay the postage if you loose the key
This hotel has got a lot of stuff
But I do believe I have had enough
Call my baby said, don't you pout
I'm packin' my bags and I'm checking out
Just as soon as you hang up the telephone
Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home
Comin' home, comin home
Stick a candle in the window, I'm comin' home
Disc 2 - It's My Job
Disc 2 - It's My Job
IT'S MY JOBBy Mac McAnally
In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb
I didn't know what about but I was feeling quite disturbed
A street sweeper came whistlin' by
He was bouncin' every step
It seemed strange how good he felt
So I asked him while he swept
Chorus
He said "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that makes the day for me"
Got an uncle who owns a bank he's a self made millionaire
He never had anyone to love never had no one to care
He always to seemed kind of sad to me
So I asked him why that was
And he told me it's because in my contract there's a clause
That says "It's my job to worried half to death
And that's the thing people respect in me
It's a job but without it I'd be less
Than what I expect from me"
I've been lazy most all of my life
Writing songs and sleeping late
Any manual labor I've done purely by mistake
If street sweepers can smile then
I've got no right to feel upset
But sometimes I still forget
Till the lights go on and the stage is set
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat
It's my job to be different than the rest
and that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the best
and that's a tough break for me
It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
and that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the best
and that makes the day for me.
Disc 2 - Tampico Trauma
Disc 2 - Tampico Trauma
TAMPICO TRAUMAI must look a mess I must admit
But I have been traveling quite a bit
South of the border
where the law and order
Is kept by Federales who just grin
And tell you they just want to be your friend
They tell you they just want to be your friend
I left for Tampico last July
I jumped off that boat I almost died
There to greet us were pretty senioritas
I swore that I would not go home them
All those lovely ladies were my friends
All those sweet chiquitas they don't pretend
Como esta, Senorita?
That is all I really want to say
I was thrown out of the country yesterday
You see I was drinkin' doubles
Causin' lots of trouble
When the man looked in the window of the bar and he grinned
And said if you come back we just may not be your friend
I don't want to see you around here again
You come back next time we may not pretend
Hi Dee Ho Boys!
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty
Pirate Looks at FortyMother, 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 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
Disc 2 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
Disc 2 - Boomerang Love
Disc 2 - Boomerang Love
BOOMERANG LOVEJimmy Buffett
Hole in the wind behind the island
Big blue hole in the middle of my heart
I can't forget the time we spent together
I can't remember how long
How long we've been apart
CHORUS
Be ridin' on this boomerang love circling fast
hard to see in a sky so vast
Laugh till you cry, cry till you smile
Up and down all around
Boomerang boomerang
Boomerang love
Now we both know, we're now in different orbits
Different islands, different worlds
Though we really are the same
I'm just glad, glad we started talking
Finally realize no one is to blame
Repeat Chorus
We've been riding on a boomerang love
can't let go
Running fast, movin' slow
What's the right way, who is to say
Tension and suspension
On a boomerang boomerang love
Boomerang boomerang love
Instrumental
Big blue hole out in the ocean
Where I dive straight down until
I can not see
Feel my way through a bevy of solutions
There I realize the answer lies in me
Gettin' off of this boomerang love
Comin' up for air
Do what's right do what's fair
Come what may, we'll find a way
No more tension and suspension
No more boom boom
Boomerang love
Disc 2 - Mexico
Disc 2 - Mexico
MexicoJames Taylor
Verse
WAY DOWN HERE
YOU NEED A REASON TO MOVE
FEEL A FOOL
RUNNIN' YOUR STATE SIDE GAME
LOSE YOUR LOAD
LEAVE YOUR MIND BEHIND, BABY JAMES
Chorus
OH MEXICO
IT SOUNDS SO SIMPLE
I JUST GOT TO GO
THE SUN'S SO HOT
I FORGOT TO GO HOME
GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
Verse
AMERICANO'S GOT THE SLEEPY EYES
BUT HIS BODY'S STILL SHAKEN LIKE A LIVE WIRE
SENIORITA WITH HER EYES ON FIRE, DON'T YOU KNOW
Chorus
OH MEXICO
IT SOUNDS SO SWEET
WITH THE SUN SINKIN' LOW
THE MOONS SO BRIGHT
LIKE TO LIGHT UP THE LIGHT
MAKE EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT
Verse
BABYS HUNGRY
AND THE MONEY'S ALL GONE
THE FOLKS BACK HOME
DON'T WANT TO TALK ON THE PHONE
SHE GETS A LONG LETTER
SENDS BACK A POST CARD
TIMES ARE HARD
Chorus
OH DOWN IN MEXICO
I NEVER REALLY BEEN
SO I DON'T REALLY KNOW
OOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
OOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I'VE NEVER REALLY BEEN
BUT I'D SURE LIKE TO GO
WOOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
Disc 2 - Margaritaville
Disc 2 - Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
Disc 2 - Volcano
Disc 2 - Volcano
VOLCANOJimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey
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 - Fins
Disc 2 - Fins
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Disc 2 - Sea Cruise
Disc 2 - Sea Cruise
Sea Cruise
Old man Rhythm is in my shoes
No use sittin' and a singin' the blues
So be my guest, you got nothin' to lose
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise
Feel like jumpin'
Baby, won't you join me please
I don't like beggin'
But know I'm on bended knees
I got to get rockin' get my hat off the rack
I got to boogie woogie like a knife in the back
So be my guest, you got nothin' to lose
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise?
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise
I got to get to movin' and I ain't lyin'
My heart is beatin' rhythm and it's right on time
So be my guest, you got nothin' to lose
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Ooo eee, ooo eee, baby
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise
Feel like jumpin'
Baby, won't you join me please
I don't like beggin'
But now I'm on bended knees
Disc 2 - Growing Older But Not Up
Disc 2 - Growing Older But Not Up
GROWING OLDER BUT NOT UPBy Jimmy Buffett
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 - Great Heart (with intro by Don Ho)
Disc 1 - Great Heart (with intro by Don Ho)
GREAT HEARTJohnny Clegg
This world is full of strange behavior
Every man has to be his own savior
I know I can make it on my own if I try
But I'm searchin' for a great heart
To stand me by
Underneath the African sky
A great heart to stand me by
Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and keep me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
Sometimes I feel that you barely know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
There's a highway of stars across the heavens
There's a whispering song of the wind in the grass
There's a rolling thunder across the savannah
A hope and a dream at the edge of the sky
And your life is the story of the wind
Your life is a story like the wind
Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
sometimes I feel that you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
(Chant)
Repeat Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
Guk a 'mzimba (body grow old)
Sala 'nhliziyo (but heart remain behind)
Disc 1 - Coconut Telegraph
Disc 1 - Coconut Telegraph
COCONUT TELEGRAPHJimmy Buffett
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 - Gypsies In The Palace
Disc 1 - Gypsies In The Palace
GYPSIES IN THE PALACEJimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey & Will Jennings
So long Boss, knock 'em dead, don't worry 'bout a thing
Wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing
The limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone,
Me and Snake will watch your place and treat it like our own
Look at all this liquor
Look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste
We're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in his closet, I swear he wouldn't mind
Hell, we''ll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no fight
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
There's damsels in distress out there and we got all this beer
We'll free them from their condos and bring them over here
We'll show them his gold records
We'll play his music loud
We'll party just like Bubba does
We'll do the old man proud
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and we're going wild tonight.
He's the greatest guy to work for, man, he's really cool
Hey Snake, this party's getting dull, throw someone in the pool
Hey, let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line
Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake, we need more wine
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace and we're raising hell tonight, hey
Oh, hi there Boss, what's goin' on?
You say you're coming when?
I'll send Snake to pick you tomorrow night at ten, okay
Everybody out of here, the show is closing down
We've got to find someone to clean this up,
He's coming back to town
Hi there boss, we waxed your car, we raked and mowed
your lawn
We couldn't find enough to do in the short time you
were gone
Man it sure is peaceful here, you really got it all
If you ever hit the road again, give me and Snake
a call
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume
the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
Hello?
Hey, Jimmy, it's Glenn
Glenn, How ya' doing?
Fine man, I'm going on the road, do you know anyone who
could house sit for me?
I got these two great guys that look after my place man,
they're the best.
Disc 1 - In The Shelter
Disc 1 - In The Shelter
IN THE SHELTERJimmy Buffett
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 1 - Burn That Bridge
Disc 1 - Burn That Bridge
BURN THAT BRIDGEI'm not saying I'm scared of you
But your love is something new
When I hold you we're swaying in the wind
Of all the bridges I've ever crossed
High and lonesome and wild and lost
I feel this time I'll take it to the end
We don't care what the people may say
If there's a price it's the price we'll pay
Chorus
And we'll burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn it down
Burn it down
We've both done our share of runnin' around
Now we know enough to know the kind of love
we've found
It's the real thing and we've got to see it through
eI'm a singer and a sailor on a midnight sea
Oh captain come and take me on your fantasy
If we're crazy that ain't nothin' new
'Cause we don't care what the people may say
If there's a price it's the price we'll pay and
Chorus
Who knows how it started
Who knows it's ends
The point of no return is waiting
just around the bend
Disc 1 - Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
Disc 1 - Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
SON OF A SON OF A SAILORJimmy Buffett
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.
And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.
But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
Disc 1 - Come Monday
Disc 1 - Come Monday
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
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 - The Natives Are Restless
Disc 1 - The Natives Are Restless
The Natives Are Restless
Well, there's an uprising down on Watusi Street
And the witch doctor don't know what to think!
Well, the big chief says it isn't so
They get dressed up, messed up, ready to go
And the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
Yeah, they're doin' a dance no one's ever seen,
And they're barbecuin' real human beans!
They pick their teeth with porcupine
And wash you down with jungle wine!
Ooh, the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
(Mmm, wanna bite?)
Well, in the heat of the city, it's hard to be cool,
You don't wanna do nothin' too terri-bool
But in my neighborhood, there's somethin' you should know
When the drum beat starts, it's time to go!
Ooh, the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
Tonight!
Tonight!
Disc 1 - Grapefruit Juicy Fruit
Disc 1 - Grapefruit Juicy Fruit
GRAPEFRUIT-JUICY FRUITJimmy Buffett
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 - It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere
Disc 1 - It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere
It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow
And so am I
Work day passes like molasses in winter time
But it's July
Getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I could call him something
Think I'll just call it a day
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
Half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
But, hey, that's all right
I ain't had a day off now, in over a year
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
And be back to work before two
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffett do
Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
it's five o'clock somewhere
But he don't care, I don't care
Together
It's five o'clock somewhere
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour
Jimmy Buffett & Bobby HolcombIA 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 1 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
Disc 1 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
Disc 1 - We Are The People Our Parents Warned Us About
Disc 1 - We Are The People Our Parents Warned Us About
WE ARE THE PEOPLE OUR PARENTS WARNED US ABOUTJimmy Buffett
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 - Quiet Village
Disc 1 - Quiet Village
Quiet Village
Alone in my quiet village I pray
You will be returning one day
To me
Return to me
Alone living with the mem'ry of you
Promising you'd always be true
To me
Be true to me
Above me there's a moon on fire
Telling you to love me as I desire
And ever the flame in my quiet village will burn
Darling till the day you return to me
Return to me, return to me
Disc 2 - The Tiki Bar Is Open
Disc 2 - The Tiki Bar Is Open
The Tiki Bar Is Open
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
I was out on a leave of absence
From any resemblance to reality
I felt like a rocket launched to the great blue yonder
From the boys down at Kennedy
I was driving by his majesty's court hotel
Where the sign said, "Praise his name"
I was tired and alone, I couldn't see too well
But I don't think that he was to blame
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
There's a full moon over Daytona beach
There's a full moon in my mind
And my suntan dream is still out of reach
And the strip malls are robbing me blind
Well, his name was Mr. Dale Earnhardt
And he drove the black, number three
Now the king is gone but he'll not be forgotten
Nor his like will we ever see
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
I know a drink ain't no solution
I ain't had one in seventeen years
But if that tiki bar was closed tonight
Well, I might just disappear
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
Disc 2 - Everybody's Talkin'
Disc 2 - Everybody's Talkin'
EVERYBODY'S TALKIN"Fred Neil
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 - Why Don't We Get Drunk
Disc 2 - Why Don't We Get Drunk
WHY DON'T WE GET DRUNKJimmy Buffett
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 - Jolly Mon Sing
Disc 2 - Jolly Mon Sing
JOLLY MONJimmy Buffett, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
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 2 - It's My Job
Disc 2 - It's My Job
IT'S MY JOBBy Mac McAnally
In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb
I didn't know what about but I was feeling quite disturbed
A street sweeper came whistlin' by
He was bouncin' every step
It seemed strange how good he felt
So I asked him while he swept
Chorus
He said "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that makes the day for me"
Got an uncle who owns a bank he's a self made millionaire
He never had anyone to love never had no one to care
He always to seemed kind of sad to me
So I asked him why that was
And he told me it's because in my contract there's a clause
That says "It's my job to worried half to death
And that's the thing people respect in me
It's a job but without it I'd be less
Than what I expect from me"
I've been lazy most all of my life
Writing songs and sleeping late
Any manual labor I've done purely by mistake
If street sweepers can smile then
I've got no right to feel upset
But sometimes I still forget
Till the lights go on and the stage is set
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat
It's my job to be different than the rest
and that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the best
and that's a tough break for me
It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
and that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the best
and that makes the day for me.
Disc 2 - Boat Drinks
Disc 2 - Boat Drinks
BOAT DRINKSJimmy Buffett
Boat drinks. Boys in the band ordered boat drinks.
Visitors just scored on the home rink.
Everything seems to be wrong.
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap airfare.
I've got to fly to Saint Somewhere.
I'm close to bodily harm.
Chorus
Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on.
Nobody cares; they are way too far gone,
screamin' "Boat drinks," somethin'
to keep them all warm.
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer.
I think I got cabin fever.
Somebody sound the alarm.
I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow.
Could you beam me somewhere, Mister Scott?
Any old place here on Earth or in space.
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot.
I know I should be leaving this climate.
I got a verse but can't rhyme it.
I gotta go where it's warm.
Boat drinks.
Waitress, I need two more boat drinks.
Then I'm headin south 'fore my dream shrinks.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where there ain't any snow,
where there ain't any blow,
'cause my fin sinks so low.
I gotta go where it's warm.
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTYJimmy Buffett
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
Instrumental
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.
Disc 2 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
Disc 2 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
Disc 2 - Mexico
Disc 2 - Mexico
MexicoJames Taylor
Verse
WAY DOWN HERE
YOU NEED A REASON TO MOVE
FEEL A FOOL
RUNNIN' YOUR STATE SIDE GAME
LOSE YOUR LOAD
LEAVE YOUR MIND BEHIND, BABY JAMES
Chorus
OH MEXICO
IT SOUNDS SO SIMPLE
I JUST GOT TO GO
THE SUN'S SO HOT
I FORGOT TO GO HOME
GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
Verse
AMERICANO'S GOT THE SLEEPY EYES
BUT HIS BODY'S STILL SHAKEN LIKE A LIVE WIRE
SENIORITA WITH HER EYES ON FIRE, DON'T YOU KNOW
Chorus
OH MEXICO
IT SOUNDS SO SWEET
WITH THE SUN SINKIN' LOW
THE MOONS SO BRIGHT
LIKE TO LIGHT UP THE LIGHT
MAKE EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT
Verse
BABYS HUNGRY
AND THE MONEY'S ALL GONE
THE FOLKS BACK HOME
DON'T WANT TO TALK ON THE PHONE
SHE GETS A LONG LETTER
SENDS BACK A POST CARD
TIMES ARE HARD
Chorus
OH DOWN IN MEXICO
I NEVER REALLY BEEN
SO I DON'T REALLY KNOW
OOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
OOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I'VE NEVER REALLY BEEN
BUT I'D SURE LIKE TO GO
WOOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
Disc 2 - Margaritaville
Disc 2 - Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
Disc 2 - Volcano
Disc 2 - Volcano
VOLCANOJimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey
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 - Fins
Disc 2 - Fins
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Disc 2 - Back To The Island
Disc 2 - Back To The Island
Back To The Island
Now the day is done
And I sit alone and think of you girl
What would I do without you in my life
Wonderin' if you love me or
just playing a fool of me.
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island
And watch the sun go down
Listen to the sea roll in
I'll be thinkin' of you
And how it might've been
Listen to the nightbird cry
Watch the sun set die
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island
Threaded in my heart
Tears are falling down
I know down in my soul
I'm really gonna miss you
Caan't end this way
For all the games we've played.
So I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island
And watch the sun go down
Listen to the sea roll in
I'll be thinkin' of you
And how it might've been
Listen to the nightbird cry
Watch the sun set die
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island
And watch the sun go down
Listen to the sea roll in
I'll be thinkin' of you
And how it might've been
Listen to the nightbird cry
Watch the sun set die
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island
I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island
Disc 2 - Stories We Could Tell
Disc 2 - Stories We Could Tell
Stories We Could TellTalkin' to myself again
wonderin' if this traveling is good
Is they're something else a doin'
We'd be doin' if we could
All the stories we could tell
If it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
And listen to the stories we could tell
Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee
Name plate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
Scars upon the face told about all the times he fell
Singin' all the stories he could tell
All the stories he could tell
And I bet you it still rings like a bell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
And listen to all the stories it could tell
If your on the road trackin' down your every night
Playin' for a livin' beneath the brightly colored lights
If you ever wonder why you ride the carousel
You do it for the stories you can tell
All the stories we could tell
And if it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
Just listen to the stories we could
Yes I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some hotel
And listen to the stories it could tell
Disc 1 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
Disc 1 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
Disc 1 - The Great Filling Station Holdup
Disc 1 - The Great Filling Station Holdup
THE GREAT FILLING STATION HOLD UPJimmy Buffett
I pulled into the regular pump
I was feelin' quite at ease
I rolled down my window and told the man
"Fifty cents worth, please"
Then out jumped my partner
With his trusty pellet gun
He said, "Boy, this is a holdup
Keep pumpin' and don't run."
(Chorus)
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin; on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
Cause that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years.
We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP
A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV
Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career
We're wanted men-we'll strike again!
But first let's have a beer.
(Chorus)
We were sittin' in the Krystal
About as drunk as we could be
In walked the deputy sheriff
He was holding our TV
He roughed us, then he cuffed us
And he took us off to jail
No picture on a poster, no reward, and no bail.
(Repeat chorus)
1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Disc 1 - Pencil Thin Mustache
Disc 1 - Pencil Thin Mustache
PENCIL-THIN MUSTACHEJimmy Buffett
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 - Fruitcakes
Disc 1 - Fruitcakes
FruitcakesJimmy Buffett, Amy Lee
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 - License To Chill
Disc 1 - License To Chill
License To ChillBy Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally/Al Anderson
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.
Disc 1 - Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
Disc 1 - Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
SON OF A SON OF A SAILORJimmy Buffett
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.
And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.
But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
Disc 1 - Boat Drinks
Disc 1 - Boat Drinks
BOAT DRINKSJimmy Buffett
Boat drinks. Boys in the band ordered boat drinks.
Visitors just scored on the home rink.
Everything seems to be wrong.
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap airfare.
I've got to fly to Saint Somewhere.
I'm close to bodily harm.
Chorus
Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on.
Nobody cares; they are way too far gone,
screamin' "Boat drinks," somethin'
to keep them all warm.
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer.
I think I got cabin fever.
Somebody sound the alarm.
I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow.
Could you beam me somewhere, Mister Scott?
Any old place here on Earth or in space.
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot.
I know I should be leaving this climate.
I got a verse but can't rhyme it.
I gotta go where it's warm.
Boat drinks.
Waitress, I need two more boat drinks.
Then I'm headin south 'fore my dream shrinks.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where there ain't any snow,
where there ain't any blow,
'cause my fin sinks so low.
I gotta go where it's warm.
Disc 1 - Brown Eyed Girl
Disc 1 - Brown Eyed Girl
BROWN EYED GIRLVan Morrison
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 - Volcano
Disc 1 - Volcano
VOLCANOJimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey
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 1 - Why Don't We Get Drunk / Sweet Caroline
Disc 1 - Why Don't We Get Drunk / Sweet Caroline
Why Don't We Get Drunk
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But your face don't look too clear
So, Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew
Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw.
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen, Honey, I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw.
Disc 1 - Hey Good Lookin'
Disc 1 - Hey Good Lookin'
Hey Good Lookin'
Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?
How's about cooking somethin' up with me?
Hey, sweet baby - don't you think maybe
We can find us a brand new recipe?
I got a hot rod Ford, and a two dollar bill
And I know a spot right over the hill
There's soda pop and the dancing's free
So if you wanna have fun, come along with me
Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?
How's about cooking somethin' up with me?
I'm free and ready, so we can go steady.
How's about saving all your time for me?
No more lookin' - I know I been cookin'
Hows about keepin' steady company?
I'm gonna throw my date book over the fence
And buy me one for five or ten cents
I'll keep it till it's covered with age
Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page
Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?
How's about cooking somethin' up with me?
Disc 1 - The Pascagoula Run
Disc 1 - The Pascagoula Run
PASCAGOULA RUNJimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver
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 - One Particular Harbour
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour
Jimmy Buffett & Bobby HolcombIA 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 - Respect
Disc 2 - Respect
Respect
What you want, baby, I got it, mmm
What you need, 'cause you know I got it
All I'm asking is for a little respect when you get home
Hey baby, when you get home, a-mister
Ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone
Ain't gonna do you wrong 'cuz I don't wanna
And all I want you do for me is give it to me
When you get home, alright now
When you get home, alright
I'm about to give ya all of my money
And all I'm asking in return, honey
Is to give me my profits when you get home
Alright now, when you get home
Ooh , your kisses sweeter than honey
And guess what, so is my money
And all I want you do for me is give it to me when ya get home
Alright now, when ya get home
A little respect
R E S P E C T
Find out what it means to me
R E S P E C T
Take care TCB
No, a little respect
You're running out of foolin'
And I ain't lying
A little respect
Disc 2 - Gypsies In The Palace
Disc 2 - Gypsies In The Palace
GYPSIES IN THE PALACEJimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey & Will Jennings
So long Boss, knock 'em dead, don't worry 'bout a thing
Wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing
The limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone,
Me and Snake will watch your place and treat it like our own
Look at all this liquor
Look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste
We're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in his closet, I swear he wouldn't mind
Hell, we''ll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no fight
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
There's damsels in distress out there and we got all this beer
We'll free them from their condos and bring them over here
We'll show them his gold records
We'll play his music loud
We'll party just like Bubba does
We'll do the old man proud
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and we're going wild tonight.
He's the greatest guy to work for, man, he's really cool
Hey Snake, this party's getting dull, throw someone in the pool
Hey, let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line
Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake, we need more wine
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace and we're raising hell tonight, hey
Oh, hi there Boss, what's goin' on?
You say you're coming when?
I'll send Snake to pick you tomorrow night at ten, okay
Everybody out of here, the show is closing down
We've got to find someone to clean this up,
He's coming back to town
Hi there boss, we waxed your car, we raked and mowed
your lawn
We couldn't find enough to do in the short time you
were gone
Man it sure is peaceful here, you really got it all
If you ever hit the road again, give me and Snake
a call
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume
the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
Hello?
Hey, Jimmy, it's Glenn
Glenn, How ya' doing?
Fine man, I'm going on the road, do you know anyone who
could house sit for me?
I got these two great guys that look after my place man,
they're the best.
Disc 2 - Grapefruit Juicy Fruit
Disc 2 - Grapefruit Juicy Fruit
GRAPEFRUIT-JUICY FRUITJimmy Buffett
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 2 - Come Monday
Disc 2 - Come Monday
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
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 2 - Jolly Mon Sing
Disc 2 - Jolly Mon Sing
JOLLY MONJimmy Buffett, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
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 2 - Take Me Out To The Ballgame
Disc 2 - Take Me Out To The Ballgame
Take Me Out to the Ball Game
Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack,
I don't care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game."
Disc 2 - It's Five O'Clock Somewhere
Disc 2 - It's Five O'Clock Somewhere
It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow
And so am I
Work day passes like molasses in winter time
But it's July
Getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I could call him something
Think I'll just call it a day
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
Half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
But, hey, that's all right
I ain't had a day off now, in over a year
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
And be back to work before two
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffett do
Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
it's five o'clock somewhere
But he don't care, I don't care
Together
It's five o'clock somewhere
Disc 2 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
Disc 2 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
Disc 2 - Coast Of Carolina
Disc 2 - Coast Of Carolina
Coast Of CarolinaBy Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally
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)
Disc 2 - Cuban Crime Of Passion
Disc 2 - Cuban Crime Of Passion
CUBAN CRIME OF PASSIONJimmy Buffett/Tom Corcoran
Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
The ladies would pay and pay
Then one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town
And nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds.
'Cause he met up with Meritta, a dancer in from the Coast
Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild
He loved that lady the most
'Til one night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan
So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life
And then he turned his own cold hand.
(Chorus)
And it's just a Cuban crime of passion
Messy and old fashioned
Yeah, that's what the papers did say
It's just a Cuban crime of passion
Anejo and knives a slashin'
But that's what the people like to read about
Up in America, up in America.
Well, they never found Meritta, some people say she got ill
And Billy Voltaire had no one to claim him, he was buried on pauper's hill
And no one talks about 'em no more, it happened just a week ago
But people get by and people get high
In the tropics they come and they go.
(Repeat chorus)
1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTYJimmy Buffett
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
Instrumental
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.
Disc 2 - Piece Of Work
Disc 2 - Piece Of Work
Piece Of WorkBy William A. Kimbrough
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
Disc 2 - Margaritaville
Disc 2 - Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
Disc 2 - Fins
Disc 2 - Fins
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Disc 2 - Scarlet Begonias
Disc 2 - Scarlet Begonias
Scarlet BegoniasBy Jerome Garcia/Robert Hunter
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.
Disc 2 - Southern Cross
Disc 2 - Southern Cross
Southern Cross
Got out of town on a boat goin' to southern islands.
Sailing a reach before a followin' sea.
She was makin' for the trades on the outside,
And the downhill run to Papeete Bay.
Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas.
We got eighty feet of the waterline.
Nicely making way.
In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away.
Think about how many times I have fallen,
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin' for that woman, girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. And you know it will.
When you see the Southern Cross for the first time,
You understand now why you came this way.
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.
So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dyin'.
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship and all her flags are a flyin'
She is all that I have left and music is her name.
Think about how many times I have fallen,
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin' for that woman, girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. And you know it will.
So we cheated and we lied and we tested
And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do.
You will survive being bested.
But somebody fine will come along make me forget about loving you.
At the Southern Cross.
Disc 2 - Defying Gravity
Disc 2 - Defying Gravity
DEFYING GRAVITYI live on a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even one day if I do
Well I'll jump up and smile back at you
I don't even know where we are
They tell me were circling a star
Well I'll take their word, I don't know
But I'm dizzy so it may be so
I'm riding a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even the high must lay low
But when I do fall I will be glad to go
Yes when I do fall I will be glad to go
Honk if you Honky Tonk - George Strait
Honk if you Honky Tonk - George Strait
Honk if you Honky Tonk
Well, I got a bumper sticker
On the back of my truck
There ain't another like it
'Cause I had it made up
I can tell who's behind me
They give themselves away
Lay on their horn when they read this phrase
Honk if you honky tonk
Don't if you don't
But, if you do
Don't you love to
Honk if you honky tonk
Me and Friday night go hand in hand
Ice cold beer and a swingin' band
A girl on my arm that won't let go
She caught my little sign about a mile ago
Well, just the other day I was cruisin' through town
Sheriff pulled me over, I thought I had it now
I rolled down my window, he said with a grin
"I want one of them stickers or I'm gonna run you in."
Honk if you honky tonk
I hear ya honkin', yeah
I'm pullin' over,
Let's honky tonk
Murder on Music Row - George Strait w/Alan Jackson
Murder on Music Row - George Strait w/Alan Jackson
Murder on Music Row
Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue.
They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used.
But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul.
They got away with murder down on music row.
The almighty dollar and the lust for worldwide fame
Slowly killed tradition and for that someone should hang (oh, you tell them Alan).
They all say not guilty, but the evidence will show
That murder was committed down on music row.
For the steel guitars no longer cry and fiddles barely play,
But drums and rock 'n roll guitars are mixed up in your face.
Old Hank wouldn't have a chance on today's radio
Since they committed murder down on music row.
They thought no one would miss it, once it was dead and gone
They said no one would buy them old drinking and cheating songs (I'll still buy 'em)
Well there ain't no justice in it and the hard facts are cold
Murder's been committed down on music row.
Oh, the steel guitars no longer cry and you can't hear fiddles play
With drums and rock 'n roll guitars mixed right up in your face
Why, the Hag, he wouldn't have a chance on today's radio
Since they committed murder down on music row
Why, they even tell the Possum to pack up and go back home
There's been an awful murder down on music row.
Milk Cow Blues - George Strait
Milk Cow Blues - George Strait
Milk Cow Blues
Well I woke up this mornin', looked outdoors
I can tell my milk cow, I can tell by the way she lows
If you see my milk cow, please drive her on home
'Cause I ain't had no milk and butter since that cows been gone
Well you gotta treat me right honey day by day
Get out your little prayer book, get down upon your knees and pray
'Cause you're gonna need me, you're gonna need my help someday
Lord you're gonna be sorry, oh, you treated me this a way
Aw, now take it away boys
Sail on, sail on, sail on little gal, sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on little gal, sail on
You're gonna keep right on sailing till you lose your happy home
Well good evening, don't that sun look good going down
I said well good evening, don't that sun look good going down
Don't that ol' army cot look lonely when your lover ain't no place around
Well I tried everything baby to get along with you
Now I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna stop my crying, gonna leave you alone
And if you don't think I'm leavin' big momma
Just count the days I'm gone
You ain't gonna see me, you ain't gonna see my sweet face no more
Lord you gonna be wondering honey where in this world I've gone
Milk Cow Blues
Cowboys Like Us - George Strait
Cowboys Like Us - George Strait
Cowboys Like Us
I take off time to time
With those crazy friends of mine
Head out on steel horses
With wheels and we ride
We burn up that road to old Mexico
Blend in with the desert
Just we amigos
And we roll
Cowboys like us sure do have fun
Racin' the wind, chasin' the sun
Take the long way around back to square one
Today we're just outlaws out on the run
There'll be no regrets, no worries and such
For cowboys like us
We talk about livin', babies, and women
All that we've lost and all we've been givin'
We sing about true love, lie about things we ain't done
Drink one more cold one, come mornin' get up
And we roll
Cowboys like us
All My Ex's Live in Texas - George Strait w/Jimmy Buffett
All My Ex's Live in Texas - George Strait w/Jimmy Buffett
All My Ex's Live in Texas
All my ex's live in Texas,
And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be.
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee.
Rosanna's down in Texarcana; wanted me to push her broom,
And sweet Ilene's in Abilene; she forgot I hung the moon,
And Allison in Galveston somehow lost her sanity,
And Dimples who now lives in Temple's got the law lookin' for me.
I remember that old Frio river where I learned to swim.
And it brings to mind another time where I wore my welcome thin.
My transcendental meditation, I go there each night,
But I always come back to myself long before daylight.
Some folks think I'm hidin',
It's been rumored that I died,
But I'm alive and well in Tennessee.
Hey Good Lookin' - Jimmy Buffett w/George Strait and Alan Ja
Hey Good Lookin' - Jimmy Buffett w/George Strait and Alan Ja
Hey Good Lookin'
Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?
How's about cooking somethin' up with me?
Hey, sweet baby - don't you think maybe
We can find us a brand new recipe?
I got a hot rod Ford, and a two dollar bill
And I know a spot right over the hill
There's soda pop and the dancing's free
So if you wanna have fun, come along with me
Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?
How's about cooking somethin' up with me?
I'm free and ready, so we can go steady.
How's about saving all your time for me?
No more lookin' - I know I been cookin'
Hows about keepin' steady company?
I'm gonna throw my date book over the fence
And buy me one for five or ten cents
I'll keep it till it's covered with age
Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page
Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?
How's about cooking somethin' up with me?
Sea of Heartbreak - Jimmy Buffett w/George Strait
Sea of Heartbreak - Jimmy Buffett w/George Strait
Sea of Heartbreak
The lights in the harbor,
Don't shine for me.
I'm like a lost ship,
Adrift on the sea.
Sea of heartbreak, lost love an' loneliness;
Memories of your caress, so divine.
I wish you were mine again, my dear.
I am on this sea of tears:
Sea of heartbreak.
How did I lose you?
Oh, where did I fail?
Why did you leave me,
Always to sail?
This sea of heartbreak, lost love an' loneliness;
Memories of your caress, so divine.
How I wish you were mine again, my dear.
I am on this sea of tears:
Sea of heartbreak.
Oh, what I'd give to sail back to shore;
Back to your arms once more.
Oh, come to my rescue;
Come here to me.
Take me and keep me,
Away from the sea.
Yes, this sea of heartbreak, lost love an' loneliness;
Memories of your caress, so divine.
How I wish you were mine again, my dear.
I'm on this sea of tears:
Sea of heartbreak.
It's a sea of heartbreak.
Northeast Texas Women - Jimmy Buffett
Northeast Texas Women - Jimmy Buffett
Northeast Texas Women
Home South of oklahoma, east of New Mexico,
West of Louisiana where all them Cajuns grow
We gotta a little place called Texas
Where the women grow on trees.
They're right there for the pickin' just as easy as you please
And you better run take hold
You're gonna get young 'fore you get old
And them Texas women is Texas gold
With kisses that are sweeter than cactus
Oh...
North of Amarillo, east of old Dime Box
You can find your Cinderella or a genuine Goldilocks
And if ya don't like love attachments, if your taste in women is strange
Then go on and spend your money, my friend, down in old La Grange
And you better tell it to the world
You want to get a Lone Star girl
With her cast iron curls
And her aluminum dimple
And it's so simple
North of Waxahachie, east of old Cowtown
Them Dallas women standin' up beat the others lyin' down
Well God bless the Trinity River and any man who is unaware
Of the northeast Texas women with their cotton candy hair
Boats to Build - Jimmy Buffett w/Alan Jackson
Boats to Build - Jimmy Buffett w/Alan Jackson
Boats to Build
It's time for a change
I'm tired of that same ol same
The same ol words the same ol lines
The same ol tricks and the same ol rhymes
Days precious days
Roll in and out like waves
I got boards to bend I got planks to nail
I got charts to make I got seas to sail
I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
Cause I've got boats to build
Sails are just like wings
The wind can make em sing
Songs of life songs of hope
Songs to keep your dreams afloat
I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
Cause I've got boats to build
Shores distant shores
There's where I'm headed for
Got the stars to guide my way
Sail into the light of day
I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
Cause I've got boats to build
Margaritaville - Jimmy Buffett w/George Strait and Alan Jack
Margaritaville - Jimmy Buffett w/George Strait and Alan Jack
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
It's 5 O'Clock Somwhere - Alan Jackson w/Jimmy Buffett
It's 5 O'Clock Somwhere - Alan Jackson w/Jimmy Buffett
It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow
And so am I
Work day passes like molasses in winter time
But it's July
Getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I could call him something
Think I'll just call it a day
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
Half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
But, hey, that's all right
I ain't had a day off now, in over a year
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
And be back to work before two
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffett do
Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
it's five o'clock somewhere
But he don't care, I don't care
Together
It's five o'clock somewhere
Designated Drinker - Alan Jackson w/George Strait
Designated Drinker - Alan Jackson w/George Strait
Designated Drinker
Here's my keys, I want you to take 'em
I think I'm gonna need you to get back home
Hold on to my hat, I don't wanna lose it
I couldn't stand for something else to be gone
I'm sure you know the reason I'm here cryin'
I think you'll understand why
Tonight, I'm the designated drinker
I just lost the one that wrapped me around her finger
I need to get to where I can't think of her
So tonight, I'm the designated drinker
I came here to get you to help me
I need a friend to see me through
I hated to call, I knew you wouldn't mind at all
I know you know I'd do the same for you
I'm not the kind that likes to drown my sorrow
I may hate myself tomorrow
Oh but
Tonight, I'm the designated drinker
I just lost the one that wrapped me around her finger
I need to get to where I can't think of her
So tonight, I'm the designated drinker
We need to get to where we can't think of her
So tonight, we're the designated drinkers
Oh tonight, we're the designated drinkers
Texas Women - Alan Jackson
Texas Women - Alan Jackson
Texas Women
I've got some fond memories of San Angelo
And I've seen some beauty queens in El Paso
But the best lookin' women that I've ever seen
Have all been in Texas and all wearin' jeans
I'm a country plow-boy, not an urban cowboy
And I don't ride bulls but I have fought some men
Drive a pickup truck, trust in God and luck
And I live to love Texas women
I thought I'd seen beauty in faraway places
Till I looked upon those Houston faces
Spent Hollywood nights up in Beverly Hills
But they weren't nothin' like one night down in Brownsville
I'm a country plow-boy, not an urban cowboy
And I don't ride bulls but I have fought some men
Drive a pickup truck, trust in God and luck
And I live to love Texas women
I'm a pretty fair judge of the opposite sex
And I ain't seen nothin' that will touch 'em yet
They may be from Waco or out in Lampassas
But one thing about it, they all come from Texas
I'm a country plow-boy, not an urban cowboy
And I don't ride bulls but I have fought some men
Drive a pickup truck, trust in God and luck
And I live to love Texas women
I'm an Oiler fan not a soccer man
And my arms are red and so is my blood
And they make it boil with that soft Texas drawl
And I love 'em all, Texas women
Seven Bridges Road - Alan Jackson
Seven Bridges Road - Alan Jackson
Seven Bridges Road
There are stars in the southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight and moss in the trees
Down the seven bridges road.
Now, I have loved you like a baby
Like some lonesome child
And I have loved you in a tame way
And I have loved you wild.
Sometimes there's a part of me
Has to turn form here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the seven bridges road.
There are stars in the southern sky
And if ever you decide you should go
There is a taste of time sweetened honey
Down the seven bridges road...
Where I Come From - Alan Jackson
Where I Come From - Alan Jackson
Where I Come From
Well I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears
'Round that Jersey turnpike
When Barney stopped me with his gun
Ten minutes after midnight
Said sir you broke the limit in this rusty ol' truck
I don't know about that accent son
Just where did you come from
I said where I come from it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sitin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to Heaven, where I come from
Well I was south of Detroit city
I pulled in this country kitchen
To try their brand of barbecue
The sign said finger lickin'
Well I paid the tab and the lady asked me
How'd you like my biscuit
I'll be honest with you ma'am
It ain't like mama fixed it
'Cause where I come from it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to Heaven, where I come from
I was chasin' sun on 101
Somewhere around Ventura
I lost a universal joint and I had to use my finger
This tall lady stopped and asked
If I had plans for dinner
Said no thanks ma'am, back home
We like the girls that sing soprano
'Cause where I come from it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sitin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to Heaven, where I come from
Well I was headed home on 65
Somewhere around Kentucky
The CB rang for a bobtail rig
That's rollin' on like thunder
Well I answered him and he asked me
Aren't you from out in Tulsa?
No, but you might'a seen me there
I just dropped a load of salsa
Where I come from it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to Heaven, where I come from
Where I come from yeah it's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta back porch pickin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to Heaven, where I come from
Where I come from
Yeah, where I come from a lotta front porch sitin'
Starin' up at Heaven where I come from
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
Oh, where I come from
Where I come from
Disc 1 - Viva Las Vegas (Live)
Disc 1 - Viva Las Vegas (Live)
VIVA LAS VEGASJIMMY BUFFETT
Bright light city gonna set my soul
Gonna set my soul on fire
Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn,
So get those stakes up higher
There's a thousand pretty women waitin' out there
And they're all livin' devil may care
And I'm just the devil with love to spare
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas
How I wish that there were more
Than the twenty-four hours in the day
'Cause even if there were forty more
I wouldn't sleep a minute away
Oh, there's black jack and poker and the roulette wheel
A fortune won and lost on every deal
All you need's a strong heart and a nerve of steel
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas with you neon flashin'
And your one armbandits crashin'
All those hopes down the drain
Viva Las Vegas turnin' day into nighttime
Turnin' night into daytime
If you see it once
You'll never be the same again
I'm gonna keep on the run
I'm gonna have me some fun
If it costs me my very last dime
If I wind up broke up well
I'll always remember that I had a swingin' time
I'm gonna give it everything I've got
Lady luck please let the dice stay hot
Let me shoot a seven with every shot
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas,
Viva, Viva Las Vegas
Disc 1 - Brown Eyed Girl (Live)
Disc 1 - Brown Eyed Girl (Live)
BROWN EYED GIRLVan Morrison
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 - License to Chill (Live)
Disc 1 - License to Chill (Live)
License To ChillBy Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally/Al Anderson
(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
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Disc 1 - Pencil Thin Mustache (Live)
Disc 1 - Pencil Thin Mustache (Live)
PENCIL-THIN MUSTACHEJimmy Buffett
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 - Off to See the Lizard (Live)
Disc 1 - Off to See the Lizard (Live)
OFF TO SEE THE LIZARDJimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver
I was raised by a maid who came from Martinique
She wore geckos round her neck and bracelets on her feet
A superstitious woman from the land of sugar cane
She'd sing the sun to bed and dance out in the rain
Dance out dance out dance out dance out in the rain
She'd excite us with his legend that the
Africans had told
About a red iguana who turned lava into gold
We'd mount an expedition headin' out into the bay
Superstitious children playing pirate for a day
CHORUS
Off to see the lizard
Off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu, believe it
And it will come true
Veja Veja Veja du
What works for me might work for you
Bein' rich and famous seems to have its ups and downs
That's the price you pay for being troubadours
and clowns
Godzilla's halitosis it be vaporizing cars
Elvis up in Michigan or maybe out on Mars
Dance out dance out dance out to the stars
But livin' in the briar patch ain't what it appears
Sooner or later you gotta face your fears
I heard it from the parrot verbalizing in the tree
I heard it in the songllines of the aborigine
Off the see the lizard
Off the see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu, believe it
And it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Does it work for me?
Yeah yeah
Will it work for you?
Yeah yeah
If you believe it will
Yeah yeah
It will come true
I got problems wif my brain underneath my curls
Problems wif Loraine and all the other girls
Love a wealthy woman and the pretty plane she flies
If you think this songs confusing you should see it through my eyes
Dancin, dancin, dancin through my eyes
I'm turning off the waterfall the tourists can go home
Feel it time to travel time to write a poem
Time to seek some therapy I'm goin' walkabout
Answers are the easy part questions raise the doubt
Off the see the lizard
Off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu, believe it
And it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Deja deja deja vu, believe it
And it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Disc 1 - Life is Just a Tire Swing (Live)
Disc 1 - Life is Just a Tire Swing (Live)
Life is Just a Tire SwingA1A
I remember the smell of the creosote plant,
When we'd have to eat on Easter with my
Crazy old uncle and aunt.
They lived in a big house Antebellum style,
And the wind would blow across the old bayou,
And I was a tranquil little child.
Life was just a tire swing.
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
And I never knew a thing about pain.
Life was just a tire swing.
In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp;
Yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter
In our pup tent with a lamp.
And in a few days Baxter went home,
And he left me by myself.
And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way,
And I could get along without any help.
Life was just a tire swing.
And I've never been west of New Orleans
Nor east of Pensacola.
My only contact with the outside
world was an RCA Victrola.
Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about
expensive cars, and who would've figured twenty
years later I'd be rubbing shoulders with the stars.
Life was just a tire swing.
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
Chasin' after sparrows with rubber tip arrows,
Knowin' I could never hurt a thing,
And life was just a tire swing.
Then the other morning on some Illinois road
I fell asleep at the wheel,
But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell'
telephone pole, and a bunch of Grant Wood
Faces screaming, 'Is he still alive?'
But through the window could see
it hangin' from a tree, and I knew
I had survived.
Life was just a tire swing.
Jambalaya's still the best song that I can sing.
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
And I finally learned a lot about pain,
'cause life is just a tire swing.
Disc 1 - Bama Breeze (Live)
Disc 1 - Bama Breeze (Live)
BAMA BREEZE(JOSH KEAR/CHRIS TOMPKINS/MARK IRWIN)
AT THE BAMA BREEZE
YOU CAN SHOOT SOME POOL DOWN THERE
YOU CAN ACT THE FOOL DOWN THERE
YOU CAN PLAY IT COOL DOWN THERE
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
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Disc 1 - Gypsies in the Palace (Live)
Disc 1 - Gypsies in the Palace (Live)
GYPSIES IN THE PALACEJimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey & Will Jennings
So long Boss, knock 'em dead, don't worry 'bout a thing
Wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing
The limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone,
Me and Snake will watch your place and treat it like our own
Look at all this liquor
Look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste
We're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in his closet, I swear he wouldn't mind
Hell, we''ll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no fight
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
There's damsels in distress out there and we got all this beer
We'll free them from their condos and bring them over here
We'll show them his gold records
We'll play his music loud
We'll party just like Bubba does
We'll do the old man proud
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and we're going wild tonight.
He's the greatest guy to work for, man, he's really cool
Hey Snake, this party's getting dull, throw someone in the pool
Hey, let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line
Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake, we need more wine
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace and we're raising hell tonight, hey
Oh, hi there Boss, what's goin' on?
You say you're coming when?
I'll send Snake to pick you tomorrow night at ten, okay
Everybody out of here, the show is closing down
We've got to find someone to clean this up,
He's coming back to town
Hi there boss, we waxed your car, we raked and mowed
your lawn
We couldn't find enough to do in the short time you
were gone
Man it sure is peaceful here, you really got it all
If you ever hit the road again, give me and Snake
a call
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume
the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
Hello?
Hey, Jimmy, it's Glenn
Glenn, How ya' doing?
Fine man, I'm going on the road, do you know anyone who
could house sit for me?
I got these two great guys that look after my place man,
they're the best.
Disc 1 - It's Midnight and I'm Not Famous Yet (Live)
Disc 1 - It's Midnight and I'm Not Famous Yet (Live)
IT'S MIDNIGHT AND I'M NOT FAMOUS YETJimmy Buffett & Steve Goodman
Catch the elevator from the penthouse suite
And take it down to the casino
The God almighty sound of money movin' round
Can be heard all the way to Reno
Chorus
Well it's midnight and I'm not famous yet
Tryin' to win it all with one more bet
Nothin' can stop my thirty-two hop
Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo
It's midnight and I'm just gettin' ready to go
Lester Polyester signs another marker
Like the high rollers do
Seven come eleven
His brand new baby needs Gucci shoes
Well it's midnight and she's not famous yet
Tryin' to break the bank with one more bet
Nothin' can stop my thirty-two hop
Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo
It's midnight and Lester's gettin' ready to roll
Instrumental
They're pagin' someone we know
Lester hits a Keno
he's not leavin' yet
Vacuum cleaners hummin'lounge act still is strummin'
It's their twenty fourth set
Well it's midnight and they're not famous yet
Tryin' to win with one last bet
Nothin' can stop my thirty-two hop
Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo
It's midnight got nowhere to go
Disc 1 - Grapefruit Juicy Fruit (Live)
Disc 1 - Grapefruit Juicy Fruit (Live)
Grapefruit - Juicy FruitA WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett
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
Chuggin' down 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)
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All Rights Reserved
Disc 1 - School Boy Heart (Live)
Disc 1 - School Boy Heart (Live)
School Boy HeartJimmy Buffett & Matt Betton
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose
I suppose the need to focus never arose
So something like a Swiss Army knife, that's my life
Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me
Breakin' free, breakin' free
"Cause I got a school boy heart, novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a bartender ear and a beachcomber style
Piratical nerve and a vaudevillian style
I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi
I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck
With all hands spread all over the deck,--what the heck.
Then some kind of unseen and unscrupulous mind
Began to pick up what he could find, added ice
Shook me twice, rolled the dice
Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a native tongue from way down south
It sits in the cheek of my Gulf coastal mouth
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose
I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi,........
Disc 1 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes (Live)
Disc 1 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes (Live)
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour (Live)
Disc 1 - One Particular Harbour (Live)
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOURJimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE
Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea
Disc 1 - Fins (Live)
Disc 1 - Fins (Live)
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Disc 2 - Viva Las Vegas (Live)
Disc 2 - Viva Las Vegas (Live)
VIVA LAS VEGASJIMMY BUFFETT
Bright light city gonna set my soul
Gonna set my soul on fire
Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn,
So get those stakes up higher
There's a thousand pretty women waitin' out there
And they're all livin' devil may care
And I'm just the devil with love to spare
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas
How I wish that there were more
Than the twenty-four hours in the day
'Cause even if there were forty more
I wouldn't sleep a minute away
Oh, there's black jack and poker and the roulette wheel
A fortune won and lost on every deal
All you need's a strong heart and a nerve of steel
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas with you neon flashin'
And your one armbandits crashin'
All those hopes down the drain
Viva Las Vegas turnin' day into nighttime
Turnin' night into daytime
If you see it once
You'll never be the same again
I'm gonna keep on the run
I'm gonna have me some fun
If it costs me my very last dime
If I wind up broke up well
I'll always remember that I had a swingin' time
I'm gonna give it everything I've got
Lady luck please let the dice stay hot
Let me shoot a seven with every shot
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas,
Viva, Viva Las Vegas
Disc 2 - Brown Eyed Girl (Live)
Disc 2 - Brown Eyed Girl (Live)
BROWN EYED GIRLVan Morrison
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 2 - License to Chill (Live)
Disc 2 - License to Chill (Live)
License To ChillBy Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally/Al Anderson
(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
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Disc 2 - Off to See the Lizard (Live)
Disc 2 - Off to See the Lizard (Live)
OFF TO SEE THE LIZARDJimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver
I was raised by a maid who came from Martinique
She wore geckos round her neck and bracelets on her feet
A superstitious woman from the land of sugar cane
She'd sing the sun to bed and dance out in the rain
Dance out dance out dance out dance out in the rain
She'd excite us with his legend that the
Africans had told
About a red iguana who turned lava into gold
We'd mount an expedition headin' out into the bay
Superstitious children playing pirate for a day
CHORUS
Off to see the lizard
Off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu, believe it
And it will come true
Veja Veja Veja du
What works for me might work for you
Bein' rich and famous seems to have its ups and downs
That's the price you pay for being troubadours
and clowns
Godzilla's halitosis it be vaporizing cars
Elvis up in Michigan or maybe out on Mars
Dance out dance out dance out to the stars
But livin' in the briar patch ain't what it appears
Sooner or later you gotta face your fears
I heard it from the parrot verbalizing in the tree
I heard it in the songllines of the aborigine
Off the see the lizard
Off the see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu, believe it
And it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Does it work for me?
Yeah yeah
Will it work for you?
Yeah yeah
If you believe it will
Yeah yeah
It will come true
I got problems wif my brain underneath my curls
Problems wif Loraine and all the other girls
Love a wealthy woman and the pretty plane she flies
If you think this songs confusing you should see it through my eyes
Dancin, dancin, dancin through my eyes
I'm turning off the waterfall the tourists can go home
Feel it time to travel time to write a poem
Time to seek some therapy I'm goin' walkabout
Answers are the easy part questions raise the doubt
Off the see the lizard
Off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu, believe it
And it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Deja deja deja vu, believe it
And it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Disc 2 - Life is Just a Tire Swing (Live)
Disc 2 - Life is Just a Tire Swing (Live)
Life is Just a Tire SwingA1A
I remember the smell of the creosote plant,
When we'd have to eat on Easter with my
Crazy old uncle and aunt.
They lived in a big house Antebellum style,
And the wind would blow across the old bayou,
And I was a tranquil little child.
Life was just a tire swing.
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
And I never knew a thing about pain.
Life was just a tire swing.
In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp;
Yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter
In our pup tent with a lamp.
And in a few days Baxter went home,
And he left me by myself.
And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way,
And I could get along without any help.
Life was just a tire swing.
And I've never been west of New Orleans
Nor east of Pensacola.
My only contact with the outside
world was an RCA Victrola.
Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about
expensive cars, and who would've figured twenty
years later I'd be rubbing shoulders with the stars.
Life was just a tire swing.
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
Chasin' after sparrows with rubber tip arrows,
Knowin' I could never hurt a thing,
And life was just a tire swing.
Then the other morning on some Illinois road
I fell asleep at the wheel,
But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell'
telephone pole, and a bunch of Grant Wood
Faces screaming, 'Is he still alive?'
But through the window could see
it hangin' from a tree, and I knew
I had survived.
Life was just a tire swing.
Jambalaya's still the best song that I can sing.
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
And I finally learned a lot about pain,
'cause life is just a tire swing.
Disc 2 - Bama Breeze (Live)
Disc 2 - Bama Breeze (Live)
BAMA BREEZE(JOSH KEAR/CHRIS TOMPKINS/MARK IRWIN)
AT THE BAMA BREEZE
YOU CAN SHOOT SOME POOL DOWN THERE
YOU CAN ACT THE FOOL DOWN THERE
YOU CAN PLAY IT COOL DOWN THERE
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
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Disc 2 - Gypsies in the Palace (Live)
Disc 2 - Gypsies in the Palace (Live)
GYPSIES IN THE PALACEJimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey & Will Jennings
So long Boss, knock 'em dead, don't worry 'bout a thing
Wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing
The limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone,
Me and Snake will watch your place and treat it like our own
Look at all this liquor
Look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste
We're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in his closet, I swear he wouldn't mind
Hell, we''ll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no fight
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
There's damsels in distress out there and we got all this beer
We'll free them from their condos and bring them over here
We'll show them his gold records
We'll play his music loud
We'll party just like Bubba does
We'll do the old man proud
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and we're going wild tonight.
He's the greatest guy to work for, man, he's really cool
Hey Snake, this party's getting dull, throw someone in the pool
Hey, let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line
Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake, we need more wine
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace and we're raising hell tonight, hey
Oh, hi there Boss, what's goin' on?
You say you're coming when?
I'll send Snake to pick you tomorrow night at ten, okay
Everybody out of here, the show is closing down
We've got to find someone to clean this up,
He's coming back to town
Hi there boss, we waxed your car, we raked and mowed
your lawn
We couldn't find enough to do in the short time you
were gone
Man it sure is peaceful here, you really got it all
If you ever hit the road again, give me and Snake
a call
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume
the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
Hello?
Hey, Jimmy, it's Glenn
Glenn, How ya' doing?
Fine man, I'm going on the road, do you know anyone who
could house sit for me?
I got these two great guys that look after my place man,
they're the best.
Disc 2 - It's Midnight and I'm Not Famous Yet (Live)
Disc 2 - It's Midnight and I'm Not Famous Yet (Live)
IT'S MIDNIGHT AND I'M NOT FAMOUS YETJimmy Buffett & Steve Goodman
Catch the elevator from the penthouse suite
And take it down to the casino
The God almighty sound of money movin' round
Can be heard all the way to Reno
Chorus
Well it's midnight and I'm not famous yet
Tryin' to win it all with one more bet
Nothin' can stop my thirty-two hop
Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo
It's midnight and I'm just gettin' ready to go
Lester Polyester signs another marker
Like the high rollers do
Seven come eleven
His brand new baby needs Gucci shoes
Well it's midnight and she's not famous yet
Tryin' to break the bank with one more bet
Nothin' can stop my thirty-two hop
Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo
It's midnight and Lester's gettin' ready to roll
Instrumental
They're pagin' someone we know
Lester hits a Keno
he's not leavin' yet
Vacuum cleaners hummin'lounge act still is strummin'
It's their twenty fourth set
Well it's midnight and they're not famous yet
Tryin' to win with one last bet
Nothin' can stop my thirty-two hop
Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo
It's midnight got nowhere to go
Disc 2 - Knee Deep (Live)
Disc 2 - Knee Deep (Live)
KNEE DEEPJIMMY BUFFETT
Gonna put the the world away for a minute
Pretend I don't live in it
Sunshine gonna wash my blues away
Had sweet love but I lost it
She got too close so I fought her
Now I'm lost in the world trying to find me a better way
Wishing I was knee deep in the water somewhere
Got the blue sky breeze and it dont seem fair
Only worry in the world is the tide gonna reach my chair
Sunrise there's a fire in the sky
Never been so happy
Never felt so high
And I think I might have found me my own kind of paradise
Wrote a note said be back in a minute
Bought a boat and I sailed off in it
Don't think anybody gonna miss me anyway
Mind on a permanent vacation
The ocean is my only medication
Wishing my condition ain't ever gonna go away
Cause now I'm knee deep in the water somewhere
Got the blue sky breeze blowing wind through my hair
Only worry in the world is the tide gonna reach my chair
Sunrise there's a fire in the sky
Never been so happy
Never felt so high
And I think I might have found me my own kind of paradise
This champagne shore washing over me
It's a sweet sweet life living by the salty sea
One day you could be as lost as me
Change you're geography
Maybe you might be
Knee deep in the water somewhere
Got the blue sky breeze blowing wind through my hair
Only worry in the world is the tide gonna reach my chair
Sunrise there's a fire in the sky
Never been so happy
Never felt so high
And I think I might have found me my own kind of paradise
Come on in the water it's nice
Find yourself a little slice
Grab a backpack of lies
You never know until you try
When you lose yourself
You find the key to paradise
Disc 2 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes (Live)
Disc 2 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes (Live)
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
Disc 2 - One Particular Harbour (Live)
Disc 2 - One Particular Harbour (Live)
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOURJimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE
Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea
Disc 2 - Fins (Live)
Disc 2 - Fins (Live)
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Disc 2 - Defying Gravity
Disc 2 - Defying Gravity
DEFYING GRAVITYI live on a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even one day if I do
Well I'll jump up and smile back at you
I don't even know where we are
They tell me were circling a star
Well I'll take their word, I don't know
But I'm dizzy so it may be so
I'm riding a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even the high must lay low
But when I do fall I will be glad to go
Yes when I do fall I will be glad to go
Disc 2 - Bonus Video: Elvis Presley Blues (Live)
Disc 2 - Bonus Video: Elvis Presley Blues (Live)
Elvis Presley Blues(Gillian Welch/David Rawlings)
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
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All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Something' 'Bout A Boat
Something' 'Bout A Boat
Somethin' 'Bout A Boat(Django Walker/Dave Berg/Patrick Davis/Jedd Hughes/James Otto/Eric Paslay)
Somethin 'bout a boat
Sittin' on the sea
Out there in the wind
Floatin' on the free
Take you 'round the world
Bring you back home
Gives a man hope
Somethin' 'bout a boat
Somethin' 'bout an old guitar
And the way it still sings
After all the smokey bars
And the broken strings
Played a million songs
Broke a lot of hearts
Made some people stars
Somethin' 'bout an old guitar
Ain't it crazy how somethin'
Seems like nothin' at all
Take a big old room
Make it seem so small
Seein' windows where there are walls
Makes a whole lot of something
Out of nothin' at all
Somethin' 'bout your dog
Sittin' by your side
If you had a bad day
She ain't gonna run and hide
Just a-waggin' that tail
Grinnin' that grin
Somthin' 'bout a dog
Makes her my best friend
Ain't it crazy how somethin'
Seems like nothin' at all
Take a big old room
Make it seem so small
Seein' windows where there are walls
Makes a whole lot of something
Out of nothin' at all
Makes a whole lot of something
Out of nothin' at all
Somethin' 'bout a dog
Somethin' bout an old guitar
Somethin' 'bout a boat
That gives a man hope
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Einstein Was A Surfer
Einstein Was A Surfer
Einstein Was A Surfer(Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally)
There's a photo of a genius
Standing by the ocean
In an pea coat and cool hat
In 1943
On a beach in Santa Barbara
He's looking quite contented
His world is only matter
And energy
Past the Channel Islands
Out into the cosmos
There are worlds in motion
That he can only see
He's smiling as he's thinking
The harbor lights are blinking
He's the smartest cookie
Ever was, ever will be
Einstein was a surfer
There really is no doubt
‘cause the universe was his home break
And we're still all paddlin' out
On an iceberg off Newfoundland
A lyric sits half-frozen
Waiting for a comet
To crash into the sea
It's drifting towards the tropics
And melting into topics
Fills the sea with answers
That have always worked for me
Bass notes from the chasm
At speeds we can't fathom
Music is the language
Of the near and distant stars
Black holes humming b-flat
Heard only by street cats
Astronauts in orbit
And singers in the bars
Einstein was a sailor
With a universal song
His sails were tight, his course was right
So let's just all cruise along
Mmm mm mmm mm mmm mm mmmmmmmmmm
Mmm mm mmm mm mmm mm mmmmmmmmmm
Order to disorder
It's the way we all fly
Light speed is all you need
To pass the future by
There's a YouTube of a genius
Gliding over liquid
Sultan of the short board
In two thousand and ten
He looks like Valentino
Moving like neutrinos
To the oceans in the heavens
Where no wave rider's been
Einstein was a surfer
Who found the perfect break
Where the string of time
Meets the final chime
It's the path all surfers take
Mmm mm mmm mm mmm mm mmmmmmmmmm
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Earl's Dead - Cadillac For Sale
Earl's Dead - Cadillac For Sale
Earl's Dead - Cadillac For Sale(Jimmy Buffett)
Earl's dead - Cadillac for sale
An Eldorado sits out on the Tamiami Trail
Sign on the windshield tells the whole tale
Earl's dead - Cadillac for sale
He was a circus man when they first met
He was fired from a cannon into a net
The money was good he always hit the bullseye
Savin' for the car one day he would buy
No, he wasn't thinkin' of some average ride
A human cannonball has a lot of pride
If you're gonna live large you need a hydramatic
Eldorado Biarritz for this wild acrobatic
And Earl's is red with shark-like fins
And that is where this little love tale begins
The rear view mirror puts it all in scale
Earl's dead - Cadillac for sale
She was an Everglades girl, partly Seminole
With the urge for goin', and a wanderin' soul
With a name like Moonvine she knew she'd never stay
That handsome human bullet stole her heart away
It was a Saturday night after the midnight show
She was starin' at the car when he said "hello"
Didn't take too much to move her off the reservation
Just a good lookin' boy with the right transportation
And now Earl is wed, Moonvine's got her veil
Towin' that cannon down the Tamiami Trail
He's got the talent, she's got brains
Earl and Moonvine, left the land of sugar cane
So they drove down to Panama and back up to Maine
Had so much fun, hell, they did it again
Crossing cities off the map as they shot down the road
Knowin' towin' a cannon, things could explode
Now a Cadillac was always an Elvis thing
Polished chrome and gold it was the birth of bling
They came with personality they made you a star
God may have made the earth
But Man made that car
Now all the way back to the time of James Dean
Car crash songs chewed up heroes and machines
Sick minds, stop signs and uncontrolled swerves
But Earl and his Caddy could handle killer curves
So when the big top folded, Earl took his last drive
Moonvine kissed her boy goodbye, his exit had arrived
She shot his ashes 'cross the Gulf from that ancient rusty gun
Nomads know when the show is done
And Earl's dead he's been airmailed
And that Eldorado's waitin' on the Tamiami Trail
For some shameless entertainer to blow in like a gale
Earl's dead - Cadillac for sale
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Too Drunk To Karaoke (with Toby Keith)
Too Drunk To Karaoke (with Toby Keith)
Too Drunk To Karaoke(Shawn Camp/Pat McLaughlin/Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally)
(Too drunk!)
(Too drunk!)
Last night at the bar it was karaoke night
Yeah, everybody down there was feelin' all right
They got big margarita pitchers, two-for-one (yum-yum)
They were feelin' footloose and ready for some fun
When I signed up, I was ready to go
But they didn't call my name for an hour or so
Damned if they didn't make me wait too long
I was in no kind of shape to sing a Jon Bon song.
Too drunk to karaoke
Too drunk to karaoke
If you keep on drinkin', you're gonna be
Too drunk to karaoke, just like me
Too drunk to karaoke
Too drunk to karaoke
Well the place got rockin', temptation was strong
All the pretty girls were eggin' me on
Well, I shoulda kept my flip-flops glued to the chair
But no, I jumped right up and slicked back my hair
Too drunk to karaoke
Too drunk to karaoke
Well you can sing and shout 'til you sound real good
You can terrorize the whole damn neighborhood
But when you hit that stage with that mic in your hand
You better pace yourself, son, if you wanna have fans
Too drunk to karaoke
Too drunk to karaoke (play it, boys)
If you ask me, hell, I killed that song
When I looked around, everybody was gone
'cept a couple of bouncers 'bout half my age
They grabbed the microphone and threw me off the stage
You're too drunk to karaoke, that's what they told me
You're too drunk to karaoke, how can that be?
You don't have to be good, don't have to be refined
You just have to be a legend in your own mind
Don't have to rehearse, or even sing on key
Just prove that theory of drunkativity
Too drunk to karaoke
Too drunk to karaoke (look at me!)
Too drunk to karaoke (just like me)
Too drunk to karaoke...
(that's what I'm talkin' about)
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Serpentine
Serpentine
Serpentine(Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally)
Maybe it's just age or a thousand other fears
That took me back tonight to my early carnival years
I can see the parade a-movin' like the source of the old gulf stream
Oh what a lovely dream
Adolescent lust was begging for a start
As I side-stepped those Brothers with their sacred hearts
Yet for those two weeks a year, it was all about sin
Folly's chasin' death, you can count me in
There's a flambeaux man with a gold earring
And the cold north wind smells like kerosene
Here comes the float of the Carnival Queen
I want to wrap her in serpentine
Hands up high eyes open wide
"throw me something mister"
That's why you ride
Cracker Jacks with toys inside
Real beyond our wildest dreams
Floats and masks and a two mule team
Some things really are
The way they seem.
Beads and confetti were littering the air
When the Queen looked at me with her Ava Gardner stare
Though tomorrow would bring ashes and penance by the ton
Mardi Gras's where I learned to have fun
There's a flambeaux man with a gold earring
And the cold north wind smells like kerosene
I'm still in love with the Carnival Queen
I want to wrap her in serpentine
Still want to wrap her in serpentine
It was the devil...
©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI), All About The Music (BMI)
Useless But Important Information
Useless But Important Information
Useless But Important Information(Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally)
I've got some useless but important information
Got a hot tip on a filly in the third
Skyping with a pretty girl
Who lives halfway around the world
Won't be long 'til everybody's heard
I have sworn and I cannot reveal my sources
I can tell you though, that it's not Nancy Grace
I've been forced to change my plans
Won't be travelin' to Sudan
My destination could be outer space.
Where am I bound, it don't matter
Pocket dialing halfway 'cross the nation
What do I hear? Mindless chatter
All this useless and important information.
There are camera crews for blocks outside her trailer
The whole thing's going viral as we sing
Are they fake or are they real
Looks like her boyfriend cut a deal
She'll be Dancing With The Stars before the spring
You see, she spent her whole Katrina check on implants
Crisis over destiny fulfilled
Blue tarp or silicone
Either way the money's gone
I guess there's more than one way to rebuild
Who really cares? Trillions twitter
I can't comprehend the titillation
Breakin' news, world's in the shitter
Covering useless and important information.
Gold starts out in the ground 'til very clever men
Dig it up, then weigh it, then they bury it again
Mostly comes from Africa and ends up in Fort Knox
Only gets its value from the guards and chains and locks
Pretty rocks
Where am I bound, it don't matter
Pocket dialing halfway 'cross the nation
What do I hear? Mindless chatter
All this useless and important information.
Where am I bound, it don't matter
Whole world's now viewed with car wreck fascination
If I were you I'd just keep driving
Past all this useless and important information
All this useless and important information...
Useless...
Important...
Useless...
Totally useless...
Important...
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I Want To Go Back To Cartagena
I Want To Go Back To Cartagena
I Want To Go Back To Cartagena(Jimmy Buffett/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth/Will Kimbrough/Mac McAnally)
I want to go back to Cartagena
I want to sail to the south right away
I need to hear vallenatos a la Victrola
Time if you haven't noticed is
Still wasting away
I want to get lost in old Habana
I long to walk down the wide Malecon
Quiero hablar con los pescadores
Y oler las flores
And drive in a '56 Caddy right into the dawn
What am I doin'? Deja vu'in'
Still singing and swearing
And wearing my traveling clothes
What am I sayin'? Can't imagine not playin'
Just show me the way to the bar and
A nomad who knows
I have to get back to Ushuaia
The southern constellations
Are calling to me
I need to dance a midnight tango
Hear some Django
There's a boat waiting there
Bound for the far Tasman Sea
I want to go back to Cayo Hueso
Back where they sing the sun into the sea
I want to dance with circus gypsies
Talk with hippies
Where the past and the future
Still walk down that same sandy street
The importance of elsewhere
Is still that important to me
Yes, the importance of elsewhere
Is still so important to me
I want to go back to Cartagena
©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI), Little Flock Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music (BMI), Alsation Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music (BMI), Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) Admin by Bluewater Music Services Corp., All About The Music (BMI).
Soulfully
Soulfully
Soulfully(Will Kimbrough)
You give me all you've got and that's a lot
Yes I understand that I'm a lucky man
To have you in my life
You make me feel so free
Soulfully
I know you can be tough, but just enough
Yes, you're tender too, you know just what to do
To give me what I need
Soulfully
Soulfully - with smiles and laughter
Soulfully - with words so kind
Soulfully - here ever after
Soulfully - say you'll be mine
I send a little prayer, way up there
A prayer of gratitude
To give my thanks for you
And all the love you bring
Soulfully
Soulfully - with smiles and laughter
Soulfully - with words so kind
Soulfully - here ever after
Soulfully - and you are mine
I'll never be alone, I'm at home
Wrapped up in your arms
Your loving charms
Kisses oh so sweet that you give to me
Soulfully
Soulfully - with smiles and laughter
Soulfully - words so kind
Soulfully - here ever after
Soulfully - say you'll be mine
©2013 Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) Admin by Bluewater Music Services Corp.
Rue De La Guitare
Rue De La Guitare
Rue De La Guitare(Jimmy Buffett)
A Sunday off in Gay Paree
I was bound for the sacred street
God's the draw up on Montmartre
But not Rue de la Guitare
Ne pas Rue de la Guitare
Like melodies that never fade
B-girls perform their masquerades
Pigale is still a strange bazaar
Down on Rue de la Guitare
Rue de la Guitare
Windows filled with long lost dreams
Unfinished songs on rusty strings
From Nazareth across the sea
She'd somehow caught up with me
Her fait accompli
I read the wood and felt the scars
They spoke of nights in smoky bars
How many songs, how many beers
Had caused her journey here
A toast to those who love to hear
A D-18 played Lightfoot clear
Music still lives in the shops and bars
Along Rue de la Guitare
Rue de la Guitare
Now over here, people say
"comment ca va, Monsieur Buffett
Un verre de vin, une chanson a jouer"
Vive Rue de la Guitare
©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI)
I'm No Russian
I'm No Russian
I'm No Russian(Jimmy Buffett)
I'm no Russian
Not even Prussian
Doorman at the yacht club
Was my one claim to fame
Some say I'm nervy
Hell, I'm from Jersey
This chasin' money
Can do things to your brain
How does a shore boy like me
Wind up out on the Black Sea
Dropped out of Harvard
Then joined the Coast Guard
Manned a faithful 50
On a boat in Gitmo
Did my duty
But missed the boo-tay
I heard that St. Barth
Was the place I should go
How could a coastie like me
Sail off into infamy
I couldn't surf or sing or play the guitar
All I ever did was steal an oligarch's car
My million dollar joy ride was not the perfect crime
And those bad boys from Little Odessa
Don't believe in wasting time
A Lamborghini Elemento
Ain't your average island car
"park it close" the driver told me
Sounding like some kind of czar
With a bucket of Cristal
And devil weed inside
I thought it would be crazy
Not to take a ride
Flying through Gustavia
Passing Mini Mokes
Gendarmes at the roundabout
Didn't get the joke
Speeding down the hill
Like a Dassault Mirage
Parked it on the runway
And headed for la plage
Bar on fire
Din of desire
Dancing on a table
She was waving me in
Her name was Kira
She knew no fear-a
Then introduced me to
Her vampirish friends
I'd never seen such a girl
Was she from some future world?
Over thousand dollar vodka and kilos of caviar
I told them how I'd commandeered the oligarch's car
They were laughing, speaking Russian and getting over served
When Kira looked at me and said
"Could you take us round some curves?"
A chick drone strike
Is a lethal attack
You never see it comin'
And you can't fight back
They feel entitled to all access
From clubs to army camp-as
If you don't believe it
Ask those generals down in Tampa
The KGB and coppers
Soon joined in the chase
Spectators lined the roads
Like a grand prix race
Dropped the girls at Ti St. Barth
To get them out of the commotion
Then I missed the curve at Toiny
And drove into the ocean
Underwater
My world is sinking
Will I wind up like Pussy Riot
That's what I'm thinking?
Feeling foolish
My fate's a mystery
Don't want polonium
Rolled up in my sushi
Oh baby Jesus come through
I am in need of rescue
Now we can't leave this white boy
Drowning in the dark
What the hell was he thinkin'?
You don't fuck around with sharks
Turns out the lovely Kira
Held a most important tool
It was her daddy's Lamborghini
And she saved that crazy fool
No he couldn't surf or sing or play the guitar
They made an artificial reef out of the oligarch's car
It was Kira lovely Kira who got him off the hook
Then they took her yacht to Istanbul
Just to take a look
No, I couldn't surf or sing or play the guitar
All I ever did was steal an oligarch's car
My million dollar joy ride, was not the perfect crime
but I'm not dead, still have my head
This margarita needs more lime
©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI)
Tides
Tides
Tides(Jimmy Buffett/Roger Guth)
Every sailor's son
Is taught when they are young
That the pull of the moon lingers on
Something we can't escape
From Bimini 'round the Cape
Mix in the wind and the sea and sing along
To whom it may concern
I've always tried to learn
That the good days need to last
Seasoned with a lot of laughter
Here and in the ever after
With poetry and painters from my past
So I follow the tides
On currents far and wide
Chalking up the stories and the miles
Yes I follow the tides
Big blue rides
And that's the reason I will never lose my smile
Hoping to catch a wave
Looking to misbehave
As my lucky stars still shine above the sea
Watching the ships roll in
I'll play that Otis song again
For the tourists and some mermaids by the sea
And I follow the tides
Down my songlines far and wide
The world to me should still be free and wild
Yes I follow the tides
Give me more big blue rides
And that's the reason I will never lose my smile
Every sailor's son
Is taught when they are young
That the pull of the moon lingers on
Something we can't escape
Is it salt water or just fate
Mix in the wind and the sea and sing along
And we'll follow the tides
Down our songlines far and wide
It seems to me my life's still free and wild
Yes we'll follow the tides
Give us more big blue rides
And that's the reason I will never lose my smile
And that's the reason you should never lose your smile
©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI), Alsation Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music (BMI)
The Rocket That Grandpa Rode
The Rocket That Grandpa Rode
The Rocket That Grandpa Rode(Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally/Will Kimbrough/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth)
There's an old Gypsy Moth
Made of glue and cloth
That lands in a horse filled field
An unusual event for those palomino gents
Who just stared at their future revealed
Why oh why oh?
Did he fly out of Ohio
Before we knew that genes held the code
But taking to wing, is a haunting, taunting thing
Just like that rocket Grandpa rode
Yeah, it was the rocket that Grandpa rode
Sounds like braggin' but it's true
I'm not tryin' to big time you
Shot up into space and he said look out down below
Gotta love that rocket that Grandpa rode
And the kids turned to flying machines
With their arms open wide like wings
But one solitary boy knows a plane is not a toy
I'm talkin' 'bout The Man on the Moon
I still remember July '69
We all got to stay home from school
In stark black and white we followed the flight
And the whole world was in that capsule
Oh, on the rocket that Grandpa rode
Sounds like braggin' but it's true
I'm not tryin' to big time you
Oh what a flight you'd better look out down below
Yeah, that's the rocket that Grandpa rode
Spacemen and women on this bus
An obese driver I don't trust
We're goin' to watch the shuttle fly away - last day
And for some kids behind my seat
There's a very special treat
More than just history on display
Giant nozzles, bolts and beams
They called her Atlas by all means
Blood, sweat and tears were her payload
She was a stairway to heaven
Old Apollo Eleven
The rocket ship their Grandpa drove
Yeah on the rocket that Grandpa rode
Sounds like braggin' but it's true
I'm not tryin' to big time you
Rising up from that lagoon, we beat those Commies to the moon
Yeah on the rocket their Grandpa rode
Yeah on the rocket their Grandpa drove
Thank you Neil
Thank you NASA
Thank you Captain Kirk and Mr Spock... and Scotty and Lieutenant Uhura and Chekov...
©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI), All About The Music (BMI), Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) Admin by Bluewater Music Services Corp., Little Flock Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music (BMI), Alsation Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music (BMI).
I Wave Bye Bye
I Wave Bye Bye
I Wave Bye Bye(Jesse Winchester)
Just outside the harbor
All the ships asleep
Maybe one cold watchman
Walks a lonely beat
And way out on the water
A ship is under sail
Leaving wavy starlight
And a dreamer in her trail
I wave bye bye
I pray Godspeed
I wish you lovely weather
More luck than you'll need
You'll only sail in circles
So there's no need to cry
Oh, I'll see you again one day
And then I waved bye bye
A sailing ship reminds me
Of a certain girl
Who left a certain dreamer
To sail into her world
I've very friendly postcards
From very far away
But they just remind me
Of a certain day
When I waved bye bye
I prayed Godspeed
I wished you lovely weather
More luck than you'll need
We only sail in circles
So there's no need to cry
Yes, I'll see you again one day
And then I'll wave bye bye
©1999 Musique Chanteclair, Inc. (ASCAP) Admin by Bughouse (ASCAP)
Colour Of The Sun
Colour Of The Sun
Colour Of The Sun(Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth)
Touching down the highwire clown
Balances dreams that he's chosen
Northern lights, all draped around
Melting a stream that was frozen
Bicycles with rusted wheels
A frame in need of adjusting
Red sky night that Fred Neil feels
Back when the Grove wasn't bustling
The working tide will come around again
A serenade lies waiting in the wind
For all your worldly treasures
There's nothing to be won
Nothing left to measure
Just you and me and the colour of the sun
Wide-eyed child wonders how
The sky connects to the ocean
Spinning fast then as now
She's unaware of the motion
Wise men and the fools keep takin' turns
Every day more bridges seem to burn
With all your vaults of treasure
Would you trade them for some fun
What's the price of pleasure
Just you and me
You can add subtract divide or multiply
Watch the particles collide
And trust the stars up in the sky
Sand dunes gone, snatched by a storm
Are the Poles really shifting?
Gypsy rains wash o'er the plains
Wood and dreams are still drifting
The best of times can still somehow be found
Even the worst of beaches
Will never let you down
For all your worldly treasures
For your battles lost and won
Nothing left to measure
Just you and me, and the colour of the sun
Colour of the sun
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Oldest Surfer On The Beach
Oldest Surfer On The Beach
Oldest Surfer On The Beach(Mark Knopfler)
The sun's dropping out of the picture
Soon be time to move
Hasn't been a real big day
But I don't have a thing to prove
I've still got the old Noserider
I still surf old style
I'll go on out beyond the breakers
Sit alone and rest awhile
There's nothing that I want to do
No place I'm trying to reach
Only time is now more precious to
The oldest surfer on the beach
The oldest surfer on the beach
I stopped searching for perfection
Many waves ago
What really matters is the here and now
And that's about all I know
Gonna catch me a big old roller
Sun setting on the sea
Riding in on her glassy shoulder
The water going gray like me
There's nothing that I want to do
No place I'm trying to reach
Only time is now more precious to
The oldest surfer on the beach
Oldest surfer on the beach
The oldest surfer on the beach
The oldest surfer on the beach
©2013 Will D. Side Ltd. (PRS) administered in the U.S./Canada by Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP/SOCAN)
I Want To Go Back To Cartagena (with Fanny Lu) - Spanish
I Want To Go Back To Cartagena (with Fanny Lu) - Spanish
I Want To Go Back To Cartagena (with Fanny Lu) - Spanish(Jimmy Buffett/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth/Will Kimbrough/Mac McAnally)
I want to go back to Cartagena
I want to sail to the south right away
I need to hear vallenatos a la Victrola
Time if you haven't noticed is
Still wasting away
I want to get lost in old Habana
I long to walk down the wide Malecon
Quiero hablar con los pescadores
Y oler las flores
And drive in a '56 Caddy right into the dawn
What am I doin'? Deja vu'in'
Still singing and swearing
And wearing my traveling clothes
What am I sayin'? Can't imagine not playin'
Just show me the way to the bar and
A nomad who knows
I have to get back to Ushuaia
The southern constellations
Are calling to me
I need to dance a midnight tango
Hear some Django
There's a boat waiting there
Bound for the far Tasman Sea
I want to go back to Cayo Hueso
Back where they sing the sun into the sea
I want to dance with circus gypsies
Talk with hippies
Where the past and the future
Still walk down that same sandy street
The importance of elsewhere
Is still that important to me
Yes, the importance of elsewhere
Is still so important to me
I want to go back to Cartagena
©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI), Little Flock Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music (BMI), Alsation Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music (BMI), Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) Admin by Bluewater Music Services Corp., All About The Music (BMI).
Wondering Where The Lions Are
Wondering Where The Lions Are
Wondering Where The Lions Are
Sun's up, uuh huh, looks okay
The world survives into another day
And I'm thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me.
I had another dream about lions at the door
They weren't half as frightening as they were before
But I'm thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me.
Walls windows trees, waves coming through
You be in me and i'll be in you
Together in eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
Up among the firs where it smells so sweet
Or down in the valley where the river used to be
I got my mind on eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
And I'm wondering where the lions are...
I'm wondering where the lions are...
Huge orange flying boat rises off a lake,
Thousand-year-old petroglyphs doing a double take,
Pointing a finger at eternity
I'm sitting in the middle of this ecstasy
Young men marching, helmets shining in the sun,
Polished as precise like the brain behind the gun
(should be!) they got me thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
And I'm wondering where the lions are...
I'm wondering where the lions are...
Freighters on the nod on the surface of the bay
One of these days we're going to sail away,
Going to sail into eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me
And I'm wondering where the lions are...
I'm wondering where the lions are
Back Of The Bus - G. Love
Back Of The Bus - G. Love
Back Of The Bus
Swing like a pendulum
Rules you know I'm bending 'em
All the cool kids on the back of the bus
High like Mt. Everest looking for some leverage
Floating like some vapors coolin like a beverage
I cherish the moment when I get the lucky chance
To sing my song and let the funky people dance
make it last. Sonic blasts move past fast fly
Outta speaker's sneakers stomp to the rhythm that will romp
Let the wild rumpus start cause it
just can't stop
And all the cool kids in the back of the bus
Cop a feel
Steal a kiss miss
I hope ya won't regret it
And all of the kids in the back I hope you get it
All the cool kids in the back of the bus
Rubba dubba scrubba bubba
Whatchu talkin' bout gus breakin the rules
I hope we don't get caught sha la la la la la la la la
All of the kids in the back quit buggin
Get your hands in the vehicle before you lose something
Keep bouncin to the beat of wheels that are bumpin
Get your ass out of bed
Cause you know the bus is coming
If you miss the damn bus well you better start running
Brown bag full of grub
yo you gotta eat something
Keep rockin to the rhythm of the windshield wipers
Staying up late night all nighters
Keepin busy too much work is making you dizzy
All the cool kids in the back are you with me?
*All the cool kids in the back of the bus
Rubba dubba scrubba bubba whatchu talkin' bout gus
breakin the rules I hope we don't get caught Sha la la la la la la la la
Road trip runnin with the music up loud
take a trip from the north to the dirty south
Wherever it leads ya/ overheated on the side of the road
Sweating that ass 25 cent cologne
Sticking to the seats like a lil piece of gum
and all of the kids in the back want to come
in the back of the bus its a make out session
she's got the salad an I've got the dressing
gotta get home and study for my final
write your name on the back of the bus seat vinyl
sitting on the stool by the principles office
gettin chewed out cut down cut up cut out run out
punished with demerits and detention
"oh its you again" please don't put me back in summer school
I'm just a kid
one of many
trying to have a little fun bendin'
a couple of the rules on the back of the bus
THE BACK OF THE BUS
Barefootin' - Jimmy Buffett
Barefootin' - Jimmy Buffett
Barefootin'
Everybody get on your feet
You make me nervous when you in your seat
Take off your shoes and pat your feet
We're doing a dance that can't be beat
We're barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Went to a party the other night
Long Tall Sally was out of sight
She threw her wig, and her high sneakers too
She was doing a dance without any shoes
She was barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Hey little girl with the red dress on
I bet you can barefoot all night long
Take off your shoes and throw them away
Come back and get them another day
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Lil John Henry he said to Sue
If I can barefoot, you can barefoot too
Sue told John, I can get out here and groove
I was barefootin ever since I was two
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Take off your shoes and dance
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Barefootin'
Florida - Mofro
Florida - Mofro
Florida
I remember my grandpa tellin me
About the early days of Florida
Born a swamp cracka two miles from Granny's Bay
Comin up the way of the wilderness
No car, phone, or electric light
Yeah just livin life one day at a time
No newspaper, no war, no strife
Just the elemental keys that provide for life
Florida I know you're out there hiding from me
You get harder and harder to find
To understand every day she keeps slippin away
Florida please don't fade on me now
Autum sun sets morning skys ablaze
The oaks and the pines turn their palms up to the sun
The kind of beauty that hits down in your soul
But still you're hellbent to destroy it all
With Concrete and steel we pave
A road to hell on a land we've killed
So take a good look and remember it now
Cause one day you're gonna wake up and find it goooooone.
Now skyskrapers and superhighways are carving throught the heart of Florida
Building subdivisions while the swamps are drained, making room for people and amusement parks
It's like watching someone you love die slow
Yeah, they're killing her one piece at a time
I know some fools who think I should let go,
But the've never seen Florida through my eyes.
I know you're out there hiding from me
You get harder and harder to find
Every day she keeps slipping away
Florida please don't fade on me now
Florida, I know you're out there hiding from me
You get harder and harder to find
Every day she keeps slipping away
Florida please don't fade on me now
Werewolves Of London - Jimmy Buffett
Werewolves Of London - Jimmy Buffett
Werewolves Of London
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein
Werewolves of London
If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
Werewolves of London
He's the hairy handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor
Werewolves of London
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London again
Draw blood
Let Your Spirit Fly - Ry Cuming
Let Your Spirit Fly - Ry Cuming
Let Your Spirit Fly
Let your spirit fly, we can touch the sky
I will surrender to your love
Walking down a crowded avenue
And there are strangers everywhere
But not a face of all the people that I see
Can thrill me like the way you do
You seem so close but yet so far from here
I wanna be right where you are
And I would walk the moon and back if you were mine
I'll never let you go
Let your spirit fly, over the mountains high
Spread your wings like an angel in heaven above
Let your spirit fly, we can touch the sky
I will surrender to your love
Smoother than a summer evening breeze (evening breeze)
You wash away my cares with ease
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Where dreams may come alive
Let your spirit fly, over the mountains high
Spread your wings like an angel in heaven above
Let your spirit fly, we can touch the sky
I will surrender to your love
And I have had my share of heartache and pain (heartache and pain)
Don't wanna face it all again
No, but I can promise you I'll stay for good
Cause love will lead the way
Love will lead the way......
Let your spirit fly, yeah
Let your spirit fly, over the mountains high
Spread your wings like an angel in heaven above
Let your spirit fly, we can touch the sky
I will surrender to your love
I will surrender to your love
Floridays - Jimmy Buffett
Floridays - Jimmy Buffett
FLORIDAYSJimmy Buffett
(for Don Blanding, Wobby Weimer & "Groovula")
I come from where the rivers meet the sea
That's part of why I'm so wild and fancy free
I was early into crazy ways
My folks said, "It's just a phase"
They were hoping for better days
Now in my line of work I seem to see a lot more than most
Write 'em down, pass 'em around
It's the gospel from the coast
Reflections, not just replays
Takin' time to escape the maze
Lookin' for better days
I spent a year of my life one night
On the beaches in old Beirut
Seems that all they're aimin' for there
Is to hang around and shoot
Each others' lives away
Bloody winds on a distant bay
they're lookin' for better days
Looking to the left, looking to the right
Looking to the stars to shed some light
Hoping for a breath, hoping for break
Hopin' for the give without the take
The dreamers line the state road
Just to watch the runway show
Slouched behind their steering wheels
They just watch the big jets go
Streakin' through the morning haze
Focal point of a distant gaze
Lookin' for better days
(INSTRUMENTAL)
Pale invaders and tanned crusaders
Are worshipping the sun
On the corner of "walk" and "don't walk"
Somewhere on US 1
I'm back to livin' Floridays
Blue skies and ultra-violet rays
Lookin' for better days
I'm back to livin' Floridays
Blue skies and ultra-violet rays
Lookin' for better days, lookin' for better days
Lookin' for Floridays
Better days, better days
Everybody's lookin' for better days
Somewhere beneath the shining star
Better days, won't you take me to better days
Better days, I sure could use a few better days
Floridays
Coming Around - Brie Larson
Coming Around - Brie Larson
Coming Around
From the beginning I was wishing that the first impression would last
But then you came to me with something that was nothing, and you kept coming back
Boy you kept coming back
Trying to get next to me, I don't do all the flattery
I'm telling you stay away, boy you're really driving me crazy
You're still the something that you've got inside and you're trying to show me
Everything I've wanted I'm breaking down
I think I'm coming around
Coming around, coming around
Coming around, coming around
Now I find you on my mind more and more as time goes by
All day, every day boy you're really driving me crazy
You're still the something that you've got inside and you're trying to show me
And every time I touch you it reaches out
I think I'm coming around
Coming around, coming around
Coming around, coming around
Funky Kingston - Toots & The Maytals
Funky Kingston - Toots & The Maytals
Funky Kingston
Hey hey hey hey hey
I want you to believe every word I say
I want you to believe every thing I do
I said music is what I've got baby
And I've got to find some way to make it
Music is what I've got baby
I want you to come on and shake it
Shake it, shake it baby
Oh yeah
Funky funky funky
Funky Kingston is what I've got for you, oh yeah
Funky Kingston, yeah is what I've got for you
Funky Kingston
Watch me now, you watch me now
Played from east to west yeah
I just played from north to south, yeah
All across America people keep on asking me for Funky Kingston
But I ain't got none
Somebody take it away from me
You got to go and fetch one
Funky Kingston
Good Guys Win - Jimmy Buffett
Good Guys Win - Jimmy Buffett
Good Guys Win
So you're looking for a hero
That you can see with your own eyes
When they don't wear the mask and cape
They're hard to recognize
Even though these are cynical times
Bear it in mind
Good guys win
Every once in while
Full grown men
Get to learn from a child
Now and then
Just when you think it won't happen again
The good guys win
Trouble all around us
Dirty tricks at every turn
Seems that we historically
Refuse to live and learn
You start to wonder if all
Hope is gone
You would be wrong
Good guys win
Every once in while
Full grown men
Get to learn from a child.
Now and then
Just when you think it won't happen again
Good guys win.
State of confusion we're so disillusioned
You turn on the news and
Good guys win
Now and then
Just when you think it won't happen again
Good guys win
Every once in while
Full grown men
Get to learn from a child
Now and then
Just when you think it won't happen again
The Good guys win.
Lovely Day - Maroon 5
Lovely Day - Maroon 5
Lovely Day
When I wake up in the morning, love
And the sunlight hurts my eyes
And something without warning, love
Bears heavy on my mind
Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day
...lovely day, lovely day, lovely day...
When the day that lies ahead of me
Seems impossible to face
When someone else instead of me
Always seems to know the way
Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day...
When the day that lies ahead of me
Seems impossible to face
When someone else instead of me
Always seems to know the way
Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day...
Happy Ending - Original Score
Happy Ending - Original Score
Happy Ending
No more sad times, mad, or bad times,
No more minor keys
Life's for living, sharing, giving,
Life's for you and me
When the going's rough and you've had enough,
Leave your troubles and your woes
Turn the other cheek and forget your grief,
Make a friend out of your foe
Give me a happy ending every time
We'll kiss and make up,
That's a very peaceful sign
Give me a happy ending every time
Don't be unhappy, everything will work out fine.
No more fighting, scratching, biting,
No more police and thieves
All is sweetness, light, and neatness,
Yes sir, no thanks, please
When you had your fill of life's ugly pills
The sadness and the pain
Take the box of pills and attendant ills,
Flush them down the drain
Give me a happy ending every time
We'll kiss and make up,
That's a very peaceful sign
Give me a happy ending every time
Don't be unhappy, everything will work out fine
Everything wil work out fine!
Give me a happy ending every time
We'll kiss and make up,
That's a very peaceful sign
Give me a happy ending every time
Don't be unhappy, everything will work out fine
Give me a happy ending every time
We'll kiss and make up,
That's a very peaceful sign
Give me a happy ending every time
Don't be unhappy, everything will work out fine
Piece Of Work
Piece Of Work
Piece Of Work
I'm a piece of work, I'm iron and lace
I'm shy, I'm right up in your face
I'm all dumbfounded, stubborn as an ass
Sharp as an arrow in a pile of glass.
I'm a sweetheart, genius, reckless jerk.
Lord, have mercy, I'm a piece of work.
Well the Lord made me on a long thin limb
Made sure I'd remeber him or her
In the middle of a long dark night
Creation crazy, death-sheet white
Made in the image of a lion shocked lamb
I am who the hell I am
Even better, bad to worse,
Down to the letter, I'm a piece of work.
I'm a piece of work I'm an angels fiend
Bathed in lavender and gasoline
Scared brave, shallow in an ink black well
Lightly browned in the fires of hell
Wicked, holy, full on fake
Best known for my big mistake
I'm zen wise, peaceful, gone berserk
Good God almighty, What a piece of work.
I'm a dreadful sight, I just don't care
Spent all morning pull out my hair
Woke at dawn with a crazy spin
I was half the day trying to glue back in
Mother, bloody mary, please
Wipe that smile right off your knees
I'm the CEO of the mailroom clerks
Lord have mercy, I'm a piece of work.
I'm a piece of work, I'm a love sick boy
Cloth cap, caviar, and corduroy
All over the map, justa lost in space
With a filthy mind and a choirboy's face
Heels up, head down, straight on through
Watch out woman, I'm a get to you
I'm a gladiator with a mind to irk
I'm a see you later, I'm a piece of work.
The Pascagoula Run
The Pascagoula Run
The Pascagoula Run
Billy pulled in in a Jaguar
Red convertible sixty-five
Headed home to Mississippi, he'd been
around the world
He was that black sheep uncle of mine
His ship had come in, he was lookin' to sin
He was singing his own song
When he yelled from the drive, my heart came alive
"Jimmy boy come along"
It's time to see the world
It's time to kiss a girl
It's time to cross the wild meridian
Grab your bag and take a chance
Time to learn a cajun dance
Kid your gonna see the mornin' sun
On the Pascagoula run
Friday night at the Stateline Bar
Where the waterfront peole dwell
Better watch my step if the floor caves in
I'll go right straight to hell
There were pinball machines and Cajun queens
Men with knives and scars
Billy moved 'cross the floor through
the real hard core
And said "Here's where it gets bizarre"
What do the ladies say what do the ladies say
What do the ladies say, what do the ladies say
What do the ladies say what do the ladies say
What do the ladies say what do the ladies say
What do the ladies say what do the ladies say
Bring that young man over here
We gonna buy that boy a beer
And that ain't all we want to do
And bring your crazy uncle too
Hey Good Lookin'
Hey Good Lookin'
Hey Good Lookin'
Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?
How's about cooking somethin' up with me?
Hey, sweet baby - don't you think maybe
We can find us a brand new recipe?
I got a hot rod Ford, and a two dollar bill
And I know a spot right over the hill
There's soda pop and the dancing's free
So if you wanna have fun, come along with me
Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?
How's about cooking somethin' up with me?
I'm free and ready, so we can go steady.
How's about saving all your time for me?
No more lookin' - I know I been cookin'
Hows about keepin' steady company?
I'm gonna throw my date book over the fence
And buy me one for five or ten cents
I'll keep it till it's covered with age
Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page
Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?
How's about cooking somethin' up with me?
Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)
I Will Play For Gumbo
I Will Play For Gumbo
I Will Play For Gumbo
I don't smoke, I don't shoot smack
But I got a spicy monkey ridin' on my back.
Don't eat beignets, too much sugar and dough,
But I will play for gumbo
Yes, I will play for gumbo
It started at my Grandma's kitchen by the sea,
She warned me when she told me "son the first one's free"
It hit me like a rock or some Taikwondo,
Cause I will play for gumbo
Oh yea, I will play for gumbo.
A piece of French bread
With which to wipe my bowl,
Good for the body.
Good for the soul.
It's a little like religion
And a lot like sex.
You should never know
When you're gonna get it next.
At midnight in the quarter or noon in Thibadeaux
I will play for gumbo
Yes, I will play for gumbo.
I'm not talkin' quesadillas or a dozen Krispy Kremes,
Or a pound of caviar that's a rich man's dream.
No banana split or fillet of pompano.
No, I will play for gumbo,
Yeah, I will play for gumbo
Maybe it's the sausage or those pretty pink shrimp
Or that popcorn rice that makes me blow up like a blimp.
Maybe it's that voodoo from Marie Leveaux,
But I will play for gumbo
Yeah, I will play for gumbo
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
Come Monday
Come Monday
Come Monday
Headin' up to San Francisco
for the Labor Day weekend show,
I've got my hush-puppies on,
I guess I never was meant for
glitter rock and roll.
And honey I didn't know
that I'd be missin' you so.
Come Monday It'll be all right,
Come Monday I'll be holding you tight.
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
and I just want you back by my side.
Yes it's been quite a summer,
rent-a-cars and west bound trains.
And now you're off on vacation,
somethin' you tried to explain.
And darlin' I love you so that's
the reason I just let you go.
I can't help it honey,
you're that much a part of me now.
Remember the night in Montana when
we said there'd be no room for doubt.
I hope you're enjoyin' the scenery,
I know that it's pretty up there.
We can go hikin on Tuesday,
with you I'd walk anywhere.
California has worn me quite thin,
I just can't wait to see you again.
Last Mango In Paris
Last Mango In Paris
Last Mango In Paris
I went down to Captain Tony's to get out of the heat
When I heard a voice call out to me, "Son, come have a seat"
I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes
Our lives change like the weather but a legend never dies
He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done.
I had a third world girl in Buzios
With a pistol on each hand
She always kept me covered
As we moved from land to land
I had a damn good run on wall street
With my high fashion model wife
Til I woke up dry beneath the African sky
Just me and my Swiss Army knife
I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy there's still so much to be done
We shot the breeze for hours
As the sun fell from the skies
And like the sun hw disappeared before my very eyes
It was somewhere past dark-thirty
When I went back to the head
I read upon the dingy wall
The words the old man said
I ate the last mango in Paris...
....so much to be done.
Why don't we wander and follow la vie dansante.
Woman Goin' Crazy On Caroline Street
Woman Goin' Crazy On Caroline Street
Woman Goin' Crazy On Caroline Street
There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you be gentle, if you be sweet
I'll show you my place on Caroline street
There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you be gentle, if you be sweet
I'll show you my place on Caroline street
She claimed in a loud voice to be a dancer
But I don't think she's cut a rug in years
Listens to the juke box for her answers
Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers
Talks about the men she's known and then some
She's seen them in her dreams and on the street
She slides her dapper legs from beneath the table
As if to reveal some kind of treat
She claimed in a loud voice to be a dancer
But I don't think she's cut a rug in years
Listens to the juke box for her answers
Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers
Talks about the men she's known and then some
She's seen them in her dreams and on the street
She slides her dapper legs from beneath the table
As if to reveal some kind of treat
Her lover left her stranded in Jamaica
And just right now she can't recall his name
Perceiving she is the center of attention
And all the lurking eyes they look the same
Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy
They're horny and don't need a good excuse
Someone yells and things just start erupting
In a flash all hell has broken loose
Her lover left her stranded in Jamaica
And just right now she can't recall his name
Perceiving she is the center of attention
And all the lurking eyes they look the same
Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy
They're horny and don't need a good excuse
Someone yells and things just start erupting
In a flash all hell has broken loose
When I woke up and looked around the bar room
She was gone and I was black and blue
So be careful when you go to swing your partner
When I woke up and looked around the bar room
She was gone and I was black and blue
So be careful when you go to swing your partner
`Cause someone might just take a swing at you
License To Chill
License To Chill
License To Chill
Work, work, work
Big pile of it and the boss is a jerk.
I just want to disappear
Wishin' I was somewhere other than here.
Livin' for the weekend,
Jumpin' off the deep end,
With just enough money to buy
A license to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny, songs get sung
A little bit of money, the night's still young
Leave me alone I've got a license,
A license to chill
Girls, girls, girls
Ain't nothin' like them in the whole wide world.
So damn smart and cute,
And it's amazing what they pass off as a bathing suit.
Winners and losers
Sailors and cruisers
We're all qualified, for a license to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny, songs get sung
A little bit of money, the night's still young
Leave me alone I've got a license,
A license to chill
License to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny, songs get sung
One good song will last all night long
Leave me alone I've got a license,
A license to chill
A license to chill
Ramos go rent me a coupe deville
Hey KL, where's that barbecue grill
Head on down to Margaritaville
Have me a cheeseburger with a big pickle dill
Jesus, I sound kinda mentally ill
I guess I better go turn on Dr Phil
Son of a Son of a Sailor
Son of a Son of a Sailor
Jimmy BuffettAs 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.
Cheeseburger In Paradise
Cheeseburger In Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
Brown Eyed Girl
Brown Eyed Girl
Brown Eyed Girl
Hey, where did we go?
Days when the rains came
Down in a hollow
Playin' a new game
Laughin' and a runnin'
Skippin' and a jumpin'
In the misty mornin' fog
With our hearts a thumpin'
It was you, my brown eyed girl
You, my brown eyed girl
Now what ever happened
Tuesday is oh so slow
Goin' down the old mine
With a transistor radio
Standin' in a sunlit lane
Hidin' 'hind a rainbow's wall
Slippin' and a slidin'
All along the waterfall
It was you, my brown eyed girl
You, my brown eyed girl
Do you remember when
We used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
So hard to find my way
Now that I'm on my own
Thought about it just the other day
My, where's the time all gone
Can't remember back then Lord
Sometimes I'm overcome thinkin' 'bout
Makin' love in the green grass
Behind the stadium
With you, my brown eyed girl
Do you remember when
We used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Go Cubs Go
Go Cubs Go
Go Cubs Go
Baseball season's underway
Well, you'd better get ready for a brand new day
Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
The Cubs are gonna win today
They're singing
Go, Cubs, Go!
Go, Cubs Go!
Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
The Cubs are gonna win today
Go, Cubs, Go!
Go, Cubs, Go!
Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
The Cubs are gonna win today
They got the power
They got the speed
To be the best in the National League
Well this is the year
And the Cubs are real
So come on down to Wrigley Field
(We're singing, now)
Go, Cubs, Go!
Go, Cubs Go!
Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
The Cubs are gonna win today
Go, Cubs, Go!
Go, Cubs Go!
Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
The Cubs are gonna win today
Baseball time is here again
You can catch it all on WGN
So stamp your feet and clap your hands
Chicago Cubs have got the greatest fans
(Keep on singing, now)
Go, Cubs, Go!
Go, Cubs, Go!
Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
The Cubs are gonna win today
(Let's go!)
Go, Cubs, Go!
Go, Cubs, Go!
Hey, Chicago, what do you say?
The Cubs are gonna win today!
Why Don't We Get Drunk
Why Don't We Get Drunk
Why Don't We Get Drunk
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But your face don't look too clear
So, Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew
Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw.
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen, Honey, I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw.
La Vie Dansante
La Vie Dansante
La Vie Dansante
They can can come take it all away
Break your heart by the light of day
Drown your love in a distant bay
So lonely
See the ship heading for the rocks
See the time melting off the clocks
There's a light shatters all the locks
And saves me
It saves me
That's why I wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes me just where I want
That's all I want La Vie Dansante
Why don't you wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes you just where you want
That's all you'll want La Vie Dansante
Miss the beat if you close your eyes
Every night wears a new disguise
And I live when a new surprise surrenders
Feel it all with a willing heart
Every stop is a place to start
If you know how to play the part with feeling
I play with feeling
Banana Republics
Banana Republics
Banana Republics
Down to the Banana Republics
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated American
Hopin' to find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing
Brought by the lure of the sea
Tryin' to find what is ailing
Living in the land of the free
Some of them are running to lovers
Leaving no forward address
Some of them are running tons of ganja
Some are running from the IRS
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senioritas
While they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos
on a bottle of rum and a lime
Singin' give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes
First you learn the native custom
Soon a word of Spanish or two
You know that you cannot trust them
Cause they know they can't trust you
Expatriated American feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies
that they told themselves back home
Down to the Banana Republics
Things aren't as warm as they seem
None of the natives are buying
any second hand American dreams
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senioritas
while they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos
On a bottle of rum and a lime
Singing give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes
Down to the Banana Republics
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans
Hopin' to find some fun
Southern Cross
Southern Cross
Southern Cross
Got out of town on a boat goin' to southern islands.
Sailing a reach before a followin' sea.
She was makin' for the trades on the outside,
And the downhill run to Papeete Bay.
Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas.
We got eighty feet of the waterline.
Nicely making way.
In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away.
Think about how many times I have fallen,
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin' for that woman, girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. And you know it will.
When you see the Southern Cross for the first time,
You understand now why you came this way.
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.
So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dyin'.
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship and all her flags are a flyin'
She is all that I have left and music is her name.
Think about how many times I have fallen,
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin' for that woman, girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will. And you know it will.
So we cheated and we lied and we tested
And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do.
You will survive being bested.
But somebody fine will come along make me forget about loving you.
At the Southern Cross.
School Boy Heart
School Boy Heart
School Boy HeartJimmy Buffett & Matt Betton
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose
I suppose the need to focus never arose
So something like a Swiss Army knife, that's my life
Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me
Breakin' free, breakin' free
"Cause I got a school boy heart, novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a bartender ear and a beachcomber style
Piratical nerve and a vaudevillian style
I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi
I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck
With all hands spread all over the deck,--what the heck.
Then some kind of unseen and unscrupulous mind
Began to pick up what he could find, added ice
Shook me twice, rolled the dice
Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a native tongue from way down south
It sits in the cheek of my Gulf coastal mouth
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose
I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi,........
A Pirate Looks At Forty
A Pirate Looks At Forty
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTYJimmy Buffett
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
Instrumental
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.
Take Me Out To The Ball Game
Take Me Out To The Ball Game
Take Me Out to the Ball Game
Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack,
I don't care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game."
The City
The City
Ahh
Ah, ahh
Ah, ahh
As a child on the farm
I was warned of the wiles of the city
Of that demon disguise
There's the dirt in the skies of the city
Well they say the proximity warps their minds
'Til they're shooting one another just to pass the time
And we live it appears
Both in spite and in fear of the city
Ooh, ooh yeah
Ooh
I was constantly told
How our lives were controlled by the city
How they keep us in debt
With the trends that they set it's a pity
Now the beautiful people in the magazines
Got the normal ones living beyond their means
And the things that they said
Made me go in my head to the city
Ooh
Ahh
Ah, ahh
Ah, ahh
When I finally came
There's some things still the same in the city
You still lie under the thumb
Of the rich and the young and the pretty
Well they weren't much different than we might act
If there was that many others stacked and closely packed
It's an ancient idea
But it struck me so clear in the city
Oooh, ooh yeah
Ooh, ooh yeah
Ooh
Ahh
Ah, ahh
Ah, ahh
It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere
It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere
It's Five O' Clock Somewhere
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow
And so am I
Work day passes like molasses in winter time
But it's July
Getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I could call him something
Think I'll just call it a day
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
Half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
But, hey, that's all right
I ain't had a day off now, in over a year
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
And be back to work before two
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffett do
Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
it's five o'clock somewhere
But he don't care, I don't care
Together
It's five o'clock somewhere
One Particular Harbour
One Particular Harbour
Jimmy Buffett & Bobby HolcombIA 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
Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
Fins
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.
Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.
Scarlet Begonias
Scarlet Begonias
Scarlet Begonias
As I was walkin' round grosvenor square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air
From the other direction, she was calling my eye
It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
And I knew without askin' she was into the blues
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls
In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff
As I picked up my matches and was closing the door
I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before
Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong
Seldom turns out the way it does in a song
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right
Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves
Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues
And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by
Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two"
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue
Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand
Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band
City Of New Orleans
City Of New Orleans
City Of New Orleans
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rail is all they feel
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Nighttime on the city of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again
The passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Disc 1 - Boats: Jolly Mon Sing
Disc 1 - Boats: Jolly Mon Sing
JOLLY MONJimmy Buffett, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
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
The Great Filling Station Holdup
The Great Filling Station Holdup
The Great Filling Station Holdup WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEANby Jimmy Buffett
I pulled into the regular pump
I was feelin' quite at ease
I rolled down my window and told the man
"Fifty cents worth, please"
Then out jumped my partner
With his trusty pellet gun
He said, "Boy, this is a holdup
Keep pumpin' and don't run."
(Chorus)
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin; on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
Cause that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years.
We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP
A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV
Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career
We're wanted men-we'll strike again!
But first let's have a beer.
(Chorus)
We were sittin' in the Krystal
About as drunk as we could be
In walked the deputy sheriff
He was holding our TV
He roughed us, then he cuffed us
And he took us off to jail
No picture on a poster, no reward, and no bail.
(Repeat chorus)
1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Railroad Lady
Railroad Lady
Railroad LadyA WHITE SPORTSCOAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN
by Jimmy Buffett/Jerry Jeff Walker
She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spending her days on the train
She's a semi-good looker
The fast rails they took 'er
Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
South Station on Boston to the stockyards of Austin
From the Florida sunshine to the New Orlean's rain
Now that the railpacks
Has taken the best tracks
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spending her life on the trains
Once a pullman car traveler
Now the brakeman won't have 'er
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
Once a high balling loner he thought he could own 'er
He bought her a fur and a big diamond ring
She hocked them for cold cash
Left town on the Wabash
Never thinking of home way back then.
But the rails are now rusty
The dining car's dusty
The gold plated watches have taken their toll
The railroads are dying
And the lady she's crying
On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal.
She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shaky
Spending her life on the train
She's a semi-good looker
But the fast rails they took 'er
Now she' tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
1973 Let There Be Music Inc. (ASCAP)
Groper Music Inc. (BMI)
All Rights Reserved
He Went to Paris
He Went to Paris
He Went To Paris A WHITE SPORTSCOAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEANby Jimmy Buffett
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 fine 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 whole 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 pilings
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
Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit
Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit
Grapefruit - Juicy FruitA WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett
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
Chuggin' down 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
Why Don't We Get Drunk
Why Don't We Get Drunk
Why Don't We Get DrunkA WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEANby Jimmy Buffett
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
Peanut Butter Conspiracy
Peanut Butter Conspiracy
Peanut Butter ConspiracyA WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett
Lookin' back at my hard luck days
I really do have to laugh
Workin' in a dive for twenty-six dollars
Spendin' it all on draft
We were hungry hard luck heroes
Tryin' just to stay alive
So we'd go down to the corner grocery
This is how we'd survive.
(Chorus)
Who's gonna steal the peanut butter
I'll get a can of sardines
Runnin' up and down the aisles of the Mini-Mart
Stickin' food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the racks
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the Mini-Mart back
Yes Sir, yes Sir
We would pay the Mini-Mart back.
It was a two man operation
Had it all down on a note
Ricky would watch the big round mirror
And I'd fill up my coat
Then we'd head for the check-out aisle
With a lemon and a bottle of beer
Into the car got to make it on home
'Cause supper time is gettin' near.
(Repeat chorus)
I guess every good picker has had some hard times
I have had my share
It's really kinda funny to laugh at it now
But I don't wanna go back there
So every now and then when I'm in a grocery
I'll take a little but not much
'Cause you never know when the hard times will hit ya
And I don't want to lose my touch.
(Repeat chorus)
1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More
They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More
They Don't Dance Like Carmen Any MoreA WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEANby Jimmy Buffett
Walkin' down new streets the music is loud
Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds
But I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more.
She and old Cougie, my what a pair
Doin' the Rhumba as no one else dared
Slidin' and glidin' 'cross Hollywood floors
But they don't dance like Carmen no more.
She had a big hat, my it was high
Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky
And how she could balance them, I wouldn't dare
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen nowhere
But the lady's not with us, she died long ago
And they don't run her movies on late midnight shows
'Cause the kids would get restless, and the grown-ups would snore
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more.
(Repeat second verse)
1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
I Have Found Me a Home
I Have Found Me a Home
I Have Found Me a HomeWHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett
The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the same
And there are so many quiet places
And smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces.
(Chorus)
And I have found me a home
Yes, I have found me a home
And you can have the rest of everything I own
'Cause I have found me a home.
My old red bike
Gets me around
To the bars and the beaches of my town
And there aren't many reasons I would leave
Yes, I have found me some peace.
And the ladies aren't demanding there
They never ask too much
And when you're coming off a cold love
That's sure a nice warm touch.
(Chorus)
The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the same
And there aren't many reasons I would leave
Yes, I have found me some peace
Yes, I have found me a home.
1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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My Lovely Lady
My Lovely Lady
My Lovely LadyA WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett
When I pay my bills
Gonna leave these Tennessee hills
Take my lady to the sea
That's where we both come from
That's where we both belong
Think I'll go back to the Keys.
(Chorus)
'Cause I don't want the thing that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All I want's the quiet and the comforts
That livin' with my lovely lady brings.
Somehow we survived the double talk and jive
Things are looking better all the time
I owe her all I can 'cause she made me understand
The simple way that we should live our lives.
(Chorus)
Let me tell you now she can eat her own weight up in crab meat
And there's plenty of that down there by the sea
Well, we're sailing in those warm December breezes
Sendin' picture post cards back to Tennessee.
(Repeat chorus)
1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Death of an Unpopular Poet
Death of an Unpopular Poet
Death of an Unpopular PoetA WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett
I once knew a poet who lived before his time
He and his dog Spooner would listen as he'd rhyme
Words to make you happy and words to make you cry
And then one day the poet suddenly did die.
But he left behind a closet filled with verse and rhymes
And through some strange transaction
One was printed in the Times
And everybody's searching for the king of underground
They found him down in Florida with a tombstone for a crown.
And everybody knows a line from his books that cost $4.99
I wonder if he knows he's doin' quite this fine.
'Cause his books are all best sellers and his poems were turned to song
They had his brother on a talk show though they never got along
And now he's called immortal, yes, he's even taught in school
They say he used his talents, a most proficient tool.
But he left all of his royalties to Spooner his old hound
Growing old on steak and bacon in his doghouse ten feet 'round
And everybody wonders did he really lose his mind
No, he was just a poet who lived before his time
Yes, he was just a poet who lived before his time.
1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Cuban Crime of Passion
Cuban Crime of Passion
Cuban Crime of PassionA WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN
Jimmy Buffett/Tom Corcoran
Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
The ladies would pay and pay
Then one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town
And nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds.
'Cause he met up with Marita, a dancer in from the Coast
Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild
He loved that lady the most
'Til one night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan
So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life
And then he turned his own cold hand.
(Chorus)
And it's just a Cuban crime of passion
Messy and old fashioned
Yeah, that's what the papers did say
It's just a Cuban crime of passion
Anejo and knives a slashin'
But that's what the people like to read about
Up in America, up in America.
Well, they never found Marita, some people say she got ill
And Billy Voltaire had no one to claim him, he was buried on pauper's hill
And no one talks about 'em no more, it happened just a week ago
But people get by and people get high
In the tropics they come and they go.
(Repeat chorus)
1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Disc 2: Captain and the Kid
Disc 2: Captain and the Kid
THE CAPTAIN AND THE KIDJimmy Buffett
I never use to miss the chance
to climb upon his knee and listen
to the many tales of life upon the sea.
We'd go sailing back on barkentines and
talk of things he did, tomorrow just a
day away for the Captain and the Kid.
His world had gone from sailing ships
to raking mom's back yard;
he never could adjust to land although
he tried so hard.
We both were growing older then and
wiser with our years;
that's when I came to understand
the course his heart still steers.
He died about a month ago
while winter filled the air,
and though I cried, I was so proud
to love a man so rare.
He's somewhere on the ocean now,
the place he ought to be;
with one hand on the starboard rail,
he's waving back at me.
For the Captain and this kid.
On a Slow Boat to China
On a Slow Boat to China
ON A SLOW BOAT TO CHINAFrank Loesser
I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All to myself alone
Get you and keep you
In my arms ever more
Leave all your lovers
Weepin' on a far away shore
Out on the briny
With the moon big and shiny
Melting your heart of stone
Honey I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All by myself alone
INSTRUMENTAL
I'd love to get ya
On a slow boat to China
All to myself alone
A twist in the rudder
And a rip in the sails
Drifting and dreamin'
Honey throw the compass over the rail
Out on the ocean
Far from all the commotion
Melting your heart of stone
Honey I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All to myself alone.
Tonight I Just Need My Guitar
Tonight I Just Need My Guitar
Tonight I Just Need My GuitarJimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally
Gulf coast nights, flounder lights
I'm back on the Eastern shore
With my history of wrecks
I think It's time to check
The crab trap of life once more
Need is a relative thing these days
It borders on desire
The high tech world is full of bright
shiny things
We think that we really require
Sometimes more than others
You see who and what and where
You are
I'm a one-man band with no
Immediate plans
Tonight I just need my guitar
Don't need to feel important or famous
No limos or my little Nash car
One lucky man
With my feet in the sand
Tonight I just need my guitar
Oysters and Pearls
Oysters and Pearls
Oysters and PearlsBeach House on the Moon
Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927
Thumbed his nose at gravity
And climbed into the heavens.
When he returned to earth that night everything changed,
For the pilot and the planet, everything was rearranged.
We're a pretty mixed up bunch
Of crazy human beans
It's written on our rocket ships
And in early cave wall scenes.
How does it happen,
How do we know,
Who sits and watches
Who does the show?
Chorus
Some people love to lead
And some refuse to dance.
Some play it safely, other take a chance.
Still it's all a mystery
This place we call the world
Where most live as oysters
While some become pearls.
Elvis was the only man from Northeast Mississippi
Who could shake his hips and still be loved by rednecks, cops and hippies.
It's something more than DNA that tells us who we are
It's method and it's magic, we are of the stars.
Chorus
Some never fade away, some crash and burn
Some make the world go round, other watch it turn.
Still it's all a mystery
This place we call the world.
Most are fine as oysters
While some become pearls.
High Cumberland Jubilee/Comin' Down Slow
High Cumberland Jubilee/Comin' Down Slow
HIGH CUMBERLAND JUBILEEJimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
Maybe leaving's better in the afternoon
When the rain don't fall so hard
From where we were we had to look down far below
To see just what went on in our own backyard
Coming down slow without a thing to show
Wondering what went on while we were up there
Mountain roads now asphalt highways
That we once called heaven skyways
Children lost what is the cost to get back home again
La La La La La La La La Laaaaa
La La La La La La La La Laaaaa
It was a high Cumberland Jubilee
Such a high Cumberland Jubilee
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks at 40
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks at 40
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTYJimmy Buffett
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
Instrumental
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.
Disc 2 - Far Side Of The World
Disc 2 - Far Side Of The World
Tonight I Just Need My GuitarJimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally
Gulf coast nights, flounder lights
I'm back on the Eastern shore
With my history of wrecks
I think It's time to check
The crab trap of life once more
Need is a relative thing these days
It borders on desire
The high tech world is full of bright
shiny things
We think that we really require
Sometimes more than others
You see who and what and where
You are
I'm a one-man band with no
Immediate plans
Tonight I just need my guitar
Don't need to feel important or famous
No limos or my little Nash car
One lucky man
With my feet in the sand
Tonight I just need my guitar
Duke's On Sunday
Duke's On Sunday
Duke's On Sunday(Henry Kapono Ka'aihue)
People in here from all over the world
Men women little boys and girls
Gather round by the seaside
Beach party tropic style
Diamondhead and palm trees
Surf riders on the sea
This is the place to be
Oh this is the place to be
On the beach at Waikiki
That's where you'll find me
Here on the South Side
Beach boy paradise
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Music playing happy songs
Everybody's getting along
Dancing in the sunshine
Sippin' on that rose' wine
Good times will set you free
Oh this is the place to be
On the beach at Waikiki
That's where you'll find me
Here on the South Side
Beach boy's paradise
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Down in front underneath the sun
Just you and me just you and me just you and me
Feeling good feeling right
Sunset is out of sight
Another beautiful Hawaiian day
Everything's gonna be OK
Let's get together and do it again
Maybe I'll see you here next week my friend
On the beach at Waikiki
That's where you'll find me
Here on the South Side
Beach boy's paradise
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
© 2003 Kapono Inc. (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.
Disc 2 - Far Side Of The World
Disc 2 - Far Side Of The World
Tonight I Just Need My GuitarJimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally
Gulf coast nights, flounder lights
I'm back on the Eastern shore
With my history of wrecks
I think It's time to check
The crab trap of life once more
Need is a relative thing these days
It borders on desire
The high tech world is full of bright
shiny things
We think that we really require
Sometimes more than others
You see who and what and where
You are
I'm a one-man band with no
Immediate plans
Tonight I just need my guitar
Don't need to feel important or famous
No limos or my little Nash car
One lucky man
With my feet in the sand
Tonight I just need my guitar
Disc 2 - Autour Du Rocher
Disc 2 - Autour Du Rocher
Autour Du RocherJimmy Buffett, Henri Ledee, Leon Ledee, Marcel Limodin & Jean-Jacques Kraif
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
Disc 2: Cowboy in the Jungle
Disc 2: Cowboy in the Jungle
COWBOY IN THE JUNGLEJimmy Buffett
There's a cowboy in the jungle
And he looks so out of place
With his shrimp skin boots and his cheap Cheroots
And his skin as white as paste
Headin' south to Paraguay
Where the gauchos sing and shout
Now he's stuck in Porto Bello
Since his money all ran out
So he hangs out with the sailors
Night and day they're raisin' hell
And his original destination's just another
Story that he loves to tell.
With no plans for the future
He still seems in control
From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
He just had to learn to roll.
Roll with the punches
Play all of his hunches
Made the best of whatever came his way
What he lacked in ambition
He made up with intuition
Plowing straight ahead come what may.
Steel band in the distance
And their music floats across the bay
While American women in muumuus
Talk about all the things they did today
And their husbands quack about fishing
As they slug those rum drinks down
Discussing who caught what
and who sat on his butt
But it's the only show in town.
They're tryin' to drink all the punches
They all may lose their lunches
Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six says
Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come what may.
I don't want to live on that kind of island
No, I don't want to swim in a roped off sea.
Too much for me, too much for me
I've got to be where the wind and the water are free.
Alone on a midnight passage
I can count the falling stars
While the Southern Cross and the satellites
They remind me of where we are
Spinning around in circles
Living it day to day
And still twenty four hours, maybe sixty good years
It's still not that long a stay.
We've gotta roll with the punches
Learn to play all of our hunches
Makin' the best of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind ambition
And learn to trust your intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come what may.
And there's a cowboy in the jungle.