Don't Bring Me Candy lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
And don't bring me candy
And don't tell me lies
'Cause baby I can see
Through your alibis
Just live like a lady
Who wants what she sees
And I'll be there and I'll be fair
When you're true to me
And don't buy me presents
That I'll neglect
All I want from you
Is love and respect
Like a car on the freeway
I'll hustle and I'll speed
But don't come 'round
And I'll break down for one of what I need
Now you say there are lots of games
And everybody plays
But don't forget
The one who lands on boardwalk has to pay
And don't bring me candy
And don't tell me lies
'Cause baby I can see
Through your alibis
Just live like a lady
Who wants what she sees
And I'll be there and I'll be fair
If you are true to me
The Circle Is Small lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
(originally by Gordon Lightfoot)
It's alright for some, but not alright for me
When the one that I'm lovin' slips around
You think it's fine to do things I cannot see
And you're doin' it to me
Baby, can't you see that I know how it is
I can see it in your eyes and feel it in the way you kiss my lips
I can hear it in your voice whenever we are talking just like this
I can see the way you look when his name is mentioned and I die
I can watch the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you close your eyes
It's alright for some, but not alright for me
When the one that I'm lovin' slips around
The city where we live may be quite large
But the circle is small
Why not tell us all, and then all of us will know
I can see it in your eyes and feel it in the way you kiss my lips
I can hear it in your voice whenever we are talking just like this
I can see the way you look when his name is mentioned and I die
I can watch the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you close your eyes
It's alright to feel, but not alright to lie
When you come back and you can't say where you've been
You think it's fine to do things I cannot see
And you're doin' them to me
Baby, can't you see, that I know how it is
I can see it in your eyes and feel it in the way you kiss my lips
I can hear it in your voice whenever we are talking just like this
I can see the way you look when his name is mentioned and I die
I can watch the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you close your eyes
It's alright for some, but not alright with me
With me
Abandoned On Tuesday lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
Trembling she spoke
And left me standing
With a dream in my hand
And no one can keep me warm
Yesterday someone loved me
Abandoned on Tuesday man I'm feeling blue
Where do I go starting today
Sore inside by the terrible ride she gave
Yesterday someone seemed so real
Abandoned on Tuesday can't tell how I feel
Is it wrong to hate her
Or should I try and smile
Tell myself I didn't care
And try to count the miles
Then fly away
And try to find my soul
In a place somewhere
Were friends aren't quite so bold
Yesterday everything seemed so fine
Abandoned on Tuesday down and left behind
Is it wrong to hate her
Or should I try and smile
Tell myself I didn't care
And try to count the miles
Then fly away
To try and find my soul
In a place somewhere
Were friends aren't quite so bold
Yesterday someone loved me true
Abandoned on Tuesday man I'm feeling blue
Abandoned on Tuesday man I'm feeling blue
I Can't Be Your Hero Today lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
It's never been the same
Since you returned from dreaming
With your nursery rhyme excuses
Your picture postcards gleaming
Telling everyone who looks your way
'Bout people and their sinning
While you left field verse is falling
In proportion to your winning
And I can't be your hero today
I'm through with the simple games you play
It just may take some time for me to even up the score
But I can't be your soldier home from war
And there you sit shouting
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 to high to pay
A 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
I can't be your hero today
Rickety Lane lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
Day after day, down Rickety Lane
I walk with myself, aware of no pain
The cartoons of life, pass in review
And Rickety Lane's been travelled by few
A soldier from England so long ago came
To fight for his mate, besides the small lane
While lovers and poets record all the change
And rickety, rickety marked but you're strange
A young girl sits sadly and stares at her star
She lost her brave husband, last month in the war
And children are gentle and never seem blue
And Rickety Lane, what's in this for you?
Day after day, down Rickety Lane
I walk with myself, aware of no pain
The cartoons of life, pass in review
And Rickety Lane's been travelled by few
Rickety Lane's been travelled by few
The Wino Has Something To Say lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
The wino has something to say
So listen and don't run away
He's really a pal and he won't steal your gal
The wino has something to say
The wino was once a big man
He sports a tattoo from Japan
He'll tell you his name if you play the sad game
The wino was once a big man
A traveller, a dreamer, a poor man, a schemer
He knows about life much too well
The streets of the city are alleys of pity
Really his heaven and hell
The wino cools off in the rain
He dreams of expensive champagne
A bottle a day keeps the cruel world away
The wino cools off in the rain
A traveller, a dreamer, a poor man, a schemer
He knows about life much too well
The streets of the cities are alleys of pity
Really his heaven and hell
The wino has something to say
So listen, when you pass his way
California Dreamin' lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
(originally by The Mamas & The Papas)
All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)
And the sky is grey (and the sky is grey)
Yeah I've been for a walk (I've been for a walk)
On a winter's day (on a winter's day)
I'd be safe and warm (I'd be safe and warm)
If I was in L.A. (if I was in L.A.)
California dreamin' (California dreamin')
On such a winter's day
Stopped into a church (Stopped into a church)
I passed along the way (I passed along the way)
Yeah, I got down on my knees (got down on my knees)
I pretended to pray (I pretended to pray)
You know the preacher like the cold (preacher like the cold)
He knows I'm gonna stay (knows I'm gonna stay)
Oh California dreamin' (California dreamin')
On such a winter's day
All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)
And the sky is grey (and the sky is grey)
And I've been for a walk (I've been for a walk)
On a winter's day (on a winter's day)
I'd be safe and warm (I'd be safe and warm)
If I was in L.A. (if I was in L.A.)
Yeah California dreamin' (California dreamin')
On such a winter's day
California dreamin'
On such a winter's day
California dreamin'
On such a winter's day
California dreamin'
On such a winter's day
The Gypsy lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
(originally by Gordon Lightfoot)
Step inside my tent, said she, I'd like to read you palm
Leave your dollar in the jar, this won't take very long
Leave the circus noise behind, close your eyes, relax your mind
I'll tell you if you should leave or if you should go on
Then I said, now what do ya see
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
Give me a sign, tell it to me
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
She threw some sawdust in the air and her hands began to shake
She told me the town where I was born, she almost knew the date
She lit a candle with her eyes and then she made the table rise
She took the dollar from the jar and then she guessed my weight
Then I said, now what do ya see
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
Give me a sign, tell it to me
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
You are so old, you are so wise
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dy
Then she spoke most quietly
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
When you were a child in school they taught you quite a lot
They taught you when you should speak and when you should not
They taught how to read and write, to take your lessons home at night
A little knowledge serves you well but the golden rule does not
Then I said, now what do ya mean
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
Give me a sign, tell it to me
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
And now when I go home at night to lie awake in bed
I think of that old gypsy and the words that she had said
And now I see with due respect, the more we learn the worse we get
So if you think you've no regrets, go have your fortune read
And I said, now what do ya see
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
Hopelessly Gone lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
Now you don't do nothing
You don't say nothing
Just sit there and stare at the wall
That sunburned pride
All locked up inside
Has left you and now you're alone
An instant detection
Reveals the reflection
That something is hopelessly gone
That side burned wonder
Who loved like the thunder
Has left you and now you're alone
So look to tomorrow
Forget all your sorrow
And take all your autographs down
The streets down below
All covered with snow
Will lead you right into the town
And there you will find
That he wasn't your kind
And it's so much more fun to push on
So live and be happy
For everything's for you
And nothing is hopelessly gone
So look to tomorrow
Forget all your sorrow
And take all the autographs down
The streets down below
All covered with snow
Will lead you right into the town
An instant detection
Reveals the reflection
That something is hopelessly gone
That side burned wonder
Who loved like the thunder
Has left you and now you're alone
And there you will find
That he wasn't your kind
And there're two million more to review
So forget the pain
And take to the sea
Where nothing is hopelessly gone
Simple Pleasures lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
Moving like a stratus cloud, full of life and corner drugstore wine
I'll write my name on a highway bus and kick the cans of progress left behind
Feeling like a cowboy, with sun down on my trail
Waiting for tomorrow's fairytale
That's when the simple pleasures start moving quietly
Relaxing all the hang-ups, that have control of me
Forgetting my confusion, I love the shape I'm in
And I hope those simple pleasures will quickly come again
My freelance style of living cuts a detour around the very, very staunch
They all applaud the journey's end but few are even there to see the launch
Stealing from the cupboard of ulcer pills and booze
A ride through repetition I can't use
That's when the simple pleasures start moving quietly
Relaxing all the hang-ups, that have control of me
Forgetting my confusion, I love the shape I'm in
And I hope those simple pleasures will quickly come again
My happiness seems nothing to a well-established former passerby
His artificial body keeps reminding him to give it one more try
World is setting records, while others crawl too slow
But simple pleasures everywhere I go
That's when the simple pleasures start moving quietly
Relaxing all the hang-ups, that have control of me
Forgetting my confusion, I love the shape I'm in
And I hope those simple pleasures will quickly come again
Close The World At Five lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
After all the time we've shared together
After all the cotton candy fun is gone,
I'd like to go back to being my own person
So close the world at five and then go home
Watch the maze of people walking proudly
The parade is every day for no one's eyes
It's just a game with sides, not even chosen
So I'll close the world at five and say goodbye
Call me cold, call me bad, call me weird, call me sad
The fact of the matter is I love you
Call me in, call me out, call me weird, call me doubt
But flattery is said to get you nowhere
So we'll leave together out the back door
Through a street that's never seen in night or day
We'll walk along together through the canyon
So let's close the world at five and go away
So let's close the world at five and go away
Songs From St. Somewhere (2013)
- Somethin' 'Bout A Boat
- Einstein Was A Surfer
- Earl's Dead - Cadillac For Sale
- Too Drunk To Karaoke
- Serpentine
- Useless But Important Information
- I Want To Go Back To Cartagena
- Soulfully
- Rue De La Guitare
- I'm No Russian
- Tides
- The Rocket That Grandpa Rode
- I Wave Bye Bye
- Colour Of The Sun
- Oldest Surfer On The Beach
- I Want To Go Back To Cartagena (Spanish Version)
Somethin' 'Bout A Boat lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
Somethin' 'bout a boat sitting 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
Something 'bout an old guitar and the way it still sings
After all the smoky 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 somethin' 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
Somethin' 'bout my 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 somethin' out of nothin' at all
Somethin' 'bout a dog
Somethin' 'bout an old guitar
Somethin' 'bout a boat
Gives a man hope
Einstein Was A Surfer lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
There's a photo of a genius standing by the ocean
In a 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 only he can 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 that 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
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 2010
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 strings of time meet the final chime
It's the path all surfers take
Earl's Dead - Cadillac For Sale lyrics - 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 hydromatic
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 an 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
They're towin' that cannon down the Tamiami Trail
He's got the talent, she's got brains
Earl and Moonvine left the land of sugarcane
So they drove down to Panama and back up to Maine
Had so much fun, hell, they did it again
Crossin' 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, Early 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
Earl's dead, Earl's dead, amen
Too Drunk To Karaoke lyrics - Jimmy Buffett (feat. Toby Keith)
Too drunk!
Too drunk!
Last night at the bar it was karaoke night
Yeah, everybody down there was feeling alright
They got big margarita pitchers, two-for-one (yum-yum)
They were feeling 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
Damn 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 drinking, you're gonna be
Too drunk to karaoke, just like me
Too drunk to karaoke
Too drunk to karaoke
Well, the place got rocking, temptation was strong
All the pretty girls kept a egging 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 in the shower '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
Except 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!)
You're too drunk to karaoke
Just like me
Too drunk to karaoke
(That's what I'm talking about)
Serpentine lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
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 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!
Useless But Important Information lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
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 and weigh it, they 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
I Want To Go Back To Cartagena lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
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 Malecón
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
Soulfully lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
You give me all you 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
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, say you'll be mine
I'll never feel alone, I'm at home
Wrapped up in your arms, your lovin' charms
Kisses oh so sweet that you give to me
Soulfully
Soulfully, with smiles and laughter
Soulfully, with words so kind
Soulfully, here ever after
Soulfully, say you'll be mine
Soulfully
Rue De La Guitare lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
A Sunday off in gay Paris
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 bizarre
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 play Lightfoot clear
Music still lives in shops and bars
Along Rue de la Guitare
Rue de la Guitare
Now over here, people sing
"Comment ca va, monsieur Buffett?
Un verre de vin, une chanson a jouer"
Vive Rue de la Guitare
I'm No Russian lyrics - 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 fifty on a boat in Gitmo
Did my duty, but missed the booty
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
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 plague
Bar on fire, den 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 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
Tides lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
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 ray, looking to misbehave
As my lucky stars still shine above the sea
Watching the ships roll in, I play that Otis song again
For the tourists and some mermaids by the sea
And I follow the tides down my song lines, 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 song lines, 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
The Rocket That Grandpa Rode lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
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 of '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 parade
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 11
The rocket ship their Grandpa drove
Oh, 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, Mr. Spock
Scotty, Lieutenant Uhura and Chekhov
Yeah, the rocket that Grandpa rode
I Wave Bye Bye lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
Just out on 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 need
You'll only sail in circles, so there's no need to cry
Oh, I see you again one day and then I'll wave bye bye
The sailing ship reminds me of a certain girl
Who left a certain dreamer to sail into her world
A very friendly postcard from very far away
But they just remind me of a certain day
I wave bye bye, I pray Godspeed
I wish you lovely weather, more luck than you need
You'll only sail in circles, so there's no need to cry
Oh, I see you again one day and then I'll wave bye bye
Colour Of The Sun lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
Touching down, high wire clown
Balances dreams that he's chosen
Northern lights all draped around
Melting stream that was frozen
Bicycles with rusted wheels
The 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
Wild-eyed child wonders how
The sky connects to the ocean
Spinning fast then as now
She's unaware of the motion
The wise men and the fools keep taking 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 the 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
Oldest Surfer On The Beach lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
The sun's dropping out of the picture, soon be time to move
It hasn't been a real big day, but I don't have a thing to prove
I've still got the old nose rider, I still surf old style
I'll go out beyond the breakers, sit alone and rest a while
There's nothing that I wanna 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 ol' roller, sun setting on the sea
Riding in on her glassy shoulder, the water going gray like me
There's nothing that I wanna 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
The oldest surfer on the beach
The oldest surfer on the beach
I Want To Go Back To Cartagena (Spanish Version) lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
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-ing
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
Come On In lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
It's a mystery
Oh, the high road
Took us long and far and fast
Just like the wind blowed
We knew it couldn't last
So we went our separate ways
It was not the time or place to settle down
Oh, wisdom takes its time to come around
In the fall out
Of just living day to day
I hear you call out
In that old familiar way
It's a signal from your heart
It's a sign of love much stronger than before
So baby just don't stand there in the door
Come on in
Come in from the danger
Come on in
Where the water's calm
Feel your grin
We're not really strangers
I just want you to know
This ain't no cloak and dagger show
Let the waterfall of love just overflow
It's amazing
How the both of us have changed
Like two children
We have only come of age
Now the circle's getting small
No time to play that game of win or lose
Let's give it one more shot
What can we lose?
Come on in
Come in from the danger
Come on in
Where the water's calm
Can't you see me grin
We're not really strangers
I just want you to know
This ain't no cloak and dagger show
Let the waterfall of love just overflow
Come on in
Come in from the danger
Come on in
Where the water's calm
That familiar grin
Tells me we're not strangers
I just want you to know
This ain't no cloak and dagger show
Let the waterfall of love just overflow
Come on in
Come in from the danger
Come on in
Where the water's calm
That familiar grin
Tells me we're not strangers
I just want you to know
This ain't no cloak and dagger show
Come on in
Come in from the danger
Come on in
Where the water's calm
That familiar grin
Tells me we're not strangers
I just want you to know
This ain't no cloak and dagger show
Gentleman Of Leisure lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
(originally by Dan Seals)
I want a job that's not too demandin'
Like where you got to do a lot of standin'
No way to be an elevator operator
No way a salesman, no way a waiter
'Cause I'm a gentleman
A gentleman of leisure
The classified ads got nothin' too appealin'
I don't know but I've just got the feelin'
It might take a while to find a position
With a pretty secretary and time to do some fishin'
'Cause I'm a gentleman
Gentleman of leisure
I'm a gentleman
A gentleman of leisure
Set me in the sun
Gentleman of leisure
Let me take my time
Bet you I can please ya
Forty hour week (Can ya make it thirty?)
No heavy liftin' (Get yourself dirty)
Beautiful office (37th floor)
Paintings on the wall (sign on the door saying)
Gentleman of leisure
You know, I look nice in a clean white collar
Take home pay, oh, say a million dollars
I'll keep lookin', never say die
'Cause somebody somewhere is lookin' for a guy
Who's a gentleman, a gentleman of leisure
Oh I'm a gentleman, a gentleman of leisure
Set me in the sun
Gentleman of leisure
Let me take my time
Bet you I can please ya
Now I'm not looking for a high tech position
I'm thinking of something more like work on the beach
Oh, ma'am, could I help you put that suntan lotion on your back?
Now we're talking. That's the kind of work I like
Mm, dog-walking. I can do that
Play chess down on Lakeshore Boulevard
Looking good
Yes, I was a lifeguard once
Moonfog lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
(from "The Beach Bum" soundtrack)
Lookin' for the moon dog
Is he fishin' in the moon fog?
A-runnin' days like a wild hog
Never want to act incog
We've seen this act before
Heard this font of love
He's a wanted man
With his head stuck in the sand
Down and disavowed
Bein' way too fuckin' loud
We gotta get a leash on that dog
Woof! On that dog
He's always dancin' in the moonbeams
Never cozy in the mainstream
Always suckin' up the moonlight
Never really got his mind right
Meltin' like a Fudgsicle
Left out in the sun
Time is runnin' out
He's a man on the run
Death of a dream
We've got to plot a scheme
Got to get his ass out of town
Did you never find the moon dog?
Keep him hidden in the moon fog
A little ganja and some good grog
Keep it gentle to the moon dog
Always workin' on a moon scheme
Not exactly lookin' downstream
Watch him up it like a tree frog
Hope he makes it to his epilogue
Epilogue
Demagogue
Monologue
Hoppin' frog
Moon dog
Paradise (Live) lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
When I was a child my family used to travel
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there's a backward old town that's so often remembered
So many times that my memories are worn
Hey daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train done hauled it away
Well, sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River
To the abandoned old prison down by Adrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot off our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we would kill
Hey, daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train done hauled it away
Well coal company came with the world's largest shovel
And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land
And they dug for their coal 'til the land was forsaken
And they marked it all down as the progress of man
When I die let my ashes float down the Green River
Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam
I'll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waiting
Just five miles away from wherever I am
Hey, daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train done hauled it away
Mister Peabody's coal train done hauled it away
Southern Cross lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
(originally by Crosby, Stills & Nash)
Got out of town on a boat to the southern islands
On a reach before a following sea
We were makin' for the trades on the outside
On the downhill run to Papeete
On this headed off wind lie the Marquesas
We got eighty feet of waterline nicely making way
In a noisy bar in Avalon, I tried to call you
But on the midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away
Think about (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
Looking for that woman, girl
Who knows love can endure
And you know it will
You know it will
When you see the Southern Cross for the first time
You understand just why you came this way
'Cause the truth you been runnin' from is so small
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day
And I'm headed all the way to where dreams are dyin'
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain
I have my ship and all my flags are a-flyin'
She is all that I have left and the music is her name
Think about (Think about) how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'
Whatever brought you and me cannot be forgotten
I have been around the world, lookin', lookin'
Looking for that woman, girl
Who knows love can endure
And you know it will
You know it will
So we cheated and we tried and we tested
And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do
You will survive being bested
Somebody strong comes along makes me forget, forget about loving you
And the Southern Cross
Woo, yeah
Thank you
Not only are we, uh, happy to see y'all
35,225 of you out there tonight
We appreciate this
We also are broadcasting this tonight live on Radio Margaritaville as we do all of our shows, free of charge, tonight
And we'll continue to do so all summer
So it's not only going out to Wisconsin and the great Midwest
We're going around the world tonight, Parrot Head
The Ever Elusive Future lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
The ever-elusive future
Ever-elusive future
The ever-elusive future's like a comet with a tail
That human, stride lasso, but we always seem to fail
The ever-elusive future spins a hybrid with a slash
For fools and fortune tellers always looking for the cash
But there's always something lurking in the jungle
Better watch your step, it's not a place to stumble
Something's moving, something's coming
The ever-elusive future
Ever-elusive future
The ever-elusive future is a script right from our past
Conjoining frogs and raptors that may leave the world a ghast
The ever-elusive future has no time to read fate
Creation, Mother Nature are who is the missing link
'Cause there's always, something lurking in the jungle
It's getting hot, I'm feeling kinda fungle
Never sleeping, always creeping
The ever-elusive future
Ever-elusive future
More then the strong survive, who's gonna be alive
In a million years (in a million years)
How lucky can you get, life's a long shot, yet, but we're still here
The ever-elusive future, it just sows the seeds of time
It's mission's been a secret, no reason nor no rhyme
It's hiding in a wormhole, or behind some distant moon
But the one thing you can count on, it will be here fairly soon
And there's always something lurking in the jungle
Better watch your step, it's not a place to stumble
Something's moving, something's coming
The ever-elusive future
(Ever elusive)
Ever-elusive future
(Ever elusive)
The ever-elusive future
(Not much to compare)
Ever-elusive future
(How do we get there)
Workin' 'n' Playin' lyrics - Jimmy Buffett
Workin' and playin'
Playin' and workin'
Workin' and playin'
Well, it wasn't by choice that I was born on Christmas
I popped out in Panama floatin' through the isthmus
My daddy was a navy man, my momma was a nurse
And they named me Present but I have heard worse
Call it a gift like gold egg layin' and I don't see the difference
Between workin' and playin'
It's the same to me
Playin' and workin'
Simultaneously
Workin' and playin'
Feels so fine, I think I'll play a little overtime
(Na na na na na...)
I got parochial schooled on permission and forgiveness
But the nuns said fun ain't none of your business
So I got motivated gonna prove 'em all wrong
I made a real big deal out of a little beach song
The subliminal point I'm here to be making
I just love workin' and playin'
It's the same to me
Playin' and workin'
Simultaneously
Workin' and playin'
Feels so fine
I think I'll play a little overtime
County fair cowboy, guess what you're weighin'
Highwire act, twirlin' and swayin'
Pretty girls winkin', nuns prayin'
I'm a lucky son of a son to be
Workin' and playin'
Playin' and workin'
Workin' and playin'
Feels so fine, I think I'll work a little overtime
Workin' and playin'
All the same to me
Playin and workin'
Simultaneously
Workin' and playin'
Feels so fine, I think I'll play a little overtime
(Na na na na na...)
Nobody From Nowhere Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
I'm Nobody from Nowhere
That You've ever heard of anyway
Ain't no city, way down there
You could've heard a pin drop anytime of day
But I'm not sorry no I'm not sad
Though it might take a whole day just to drive down here and visit
Not to worry, It's not too bad
Nothin' much to do but that ain't a hardship really is it
[Chorus:]
Just waitin' for a car to drive by
Just so we can say hello (hello!)
Starin' at a starry night sky
Dreaming of somewhere to go
'til that day comes I'll be there
Alone without a care
Nobody, Nobody from Nowhere
I'm Nobody from Nowhere
You've ever heard of anyway
Ain't no reason you should care
There's a P. O. box and 4-way stop and farms and fields and cows
[Chorus:]
Waitin' for a car to drive by
Just so we can say hello (hello!)
Starin' at a starry night sky
Dreaming of somewhere to go
'til that day comes I'll be there
Alone without a care
Nobody, Nobody from Nowhere
[Guitar solo]
[Chorus:]
Waitin' for a car to drive by
Just so we can say hello (hello!)
Starin' at a starry night sky
Dreaming of somewhere to go
'til that day comes I'll be there
Alone without a care
Nobody, Nobody from Nowhere
Nobody, Nobody from Nowhere
That You've ever heard of anyway
Ain't no city, way down there
You could've heard a pin drop anytime of day
But I'm not sorry no I'm not sad
Though it might take a whole day just to drive down here and visit
Not to worry, It's not too bad
Nothin' much to do but that ain't a hardship really is it
[Chorus:]
Just waitin' for a car to drive by
Just so we can say hello (hello!)
Starin' at a starry night sky
Dreaming of somewhere to go
'til that day comes I'll be there
Alone without a care
Nobody, Nobody from Nowhere
I'm Nobody from Nowhere
You've ever heard of anyway
Ain't no reason you should care
There's a P. O. box and 4-way stop and farms and fields and cows
[Chorus:]
Waitin' for a car to drive by
Just so we can say hello (hello!)
Starin' at a starry night sky
Dreaming of somewhere to go
'til that day comes I'll be there
Alone without a care
Nobody, Nobody from Nowhere
[Guitar solo]
[Chorus:]
Waitin' for a car to drive by
Just so we can say hello (hello!)
Starin' at a starry night sky
Dreaming of somewhere to go
'til that day comes I'll be there
Alone without a care
Nobody, Nobody from Nowhere
Nobody, Nobody from Nowhere
Wings Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
I've been up around the stratosphere
At 31,000 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
That you can't see
I been shreddin' on the mountains of the moon
On a weekend whim
I been looking out for life on Mars
Ground control to Major Jim
All these things could be yours too
If you'd just take another point of view
Everybody's got a pair of wings that 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 got fuel here in my bong
I can buzz at 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 that 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
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
Well I'm here to say
That ain't the way to solve them
I can only help you with wings
That 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 up up to Cloud 9B
Come on take a little taste of freedom
High up in a cloudland kingdom
Take a little trip on wings that you can't see
At 31,000 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
That you can't see
I been shreddin' on the mountains of the moon
On a weekend whim
I been looking out for life on Mars
Ground control to Major Jim
All these things could be yours too
If you'd just take another point of view
Everybody's got a pair of wings that 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 got fuel here in my bong
I can buzz at 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 that 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
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
Well I'm here to say
That ain't the way to solve them
I can only help you with wings
That 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 up up to Cloud 9B
Come on take a little taste of freedom
High up in a cloudland kingdom
Take a little trip on wings that you can't see
Big Top Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
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 fans
Singing along with your favorites once again
Walking this tumultuous tight rope ain't no sweat
Nowhere else I'd rather be, you can bet
Working 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 nothing' wrong with that
Rumbaing in my flip-flops, I'm an accessory 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 a 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 flip-flops, a 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 fans
Left, right, left, singing along with your favorites once again
And it's a big time under the big top, ain't nothing wrong with that
Rumbaing in my flip-flops, 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
Time to break out all of your party gear
There'll be a jump up out on the lawn, just look for those fans
Singing along with your favorites once again
Walking this tumultuous tight rope ain't no sweat
Nowhere else I'd rather be, you can bet
Working 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 nothing' wrong with that
Rumbaing in my flip-flops, I'm an accessory 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 a 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 flip-flops, a 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 fans
Left, right, left, singing along with your favorites once again
And it's a big time under the big top, ain't nothing wrong with that
Rumbaing in my flip-flops, 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 Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
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 fallen star
[Chorus:]
Beautiful Swimmers they 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 flounder, tadpole, and softshell feels the choreography
There all Beautiful Swimmers who know how to move
Sneakin' pass the draggers and the oyster bars
Beautiful Swimmers just feel the groove
Painting liquid brush strokes like renoir
I miss my dorsal fin, I'm a big fish out of water
Dwellin' on the coastal plain
Now If I was as rich as the agacon
I tell you what I would do
Buy every man, woman, and child on this planet
A mask and a snorkle too
Then I'd leave this big migration
Destination Chesapeake Bay
Then we'd splash our way around the world
Life is just a water ballet
Come all you Beautiful Swimmers who know how to move
Let's crowd across the water like a steel guitar
Beautiful Swimmers stay in the groove
Fetching constant currents near and far
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 fallen star
[Chorus:]
Beautiful Swimmers they 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 flounder, tadpole, and softshell feels the choreography
There all Beautiful Swimmers who know how to move
Sneakin' pass the draggers and the oyster bars
Beautiful Swimmers just feel the groove
Painting liquid brush strokes like renoir
I miss my dorsal fin, I'm a big fish out of water
Dwellin' on the coastal plain
Now If I was as rich as the agacon
I tell you what I would do
Buy every man, woman, and child on this planet
A mask and a snorkle too
Then I'd leave this big migration
Destination Chesapeake Bay
Then we'd splash our way around the world
Life is just a water ballet
Come all you Beautiful Swimmers who know how to move
Let's crowd across the water like a steel guitar
Beautiful Swimmers stay in the groove
Fetching constant currents near and far
Turn Up The Heat And Chill The Rose Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
Up around the pole
Where the penguins patrol
And the scientific gang
Need a cozy place to hang
There's a party in the makin'
And all 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
And 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
Even though the South of France
Is 10,000 miles away
We can turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But grapes out on the ocean
Are gonna feel some 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 want be the last
And I am 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
I took rose from Porquerolles
And coffee from Jamaica
So turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Stretch out on the beach
And let your metatarsals play
Even though Le Select
Is 10,000 miles away
You'll survive the desert heat
If you chill the rose
Don't matter if your North
Or South of the Equator
You can pour it over ice
Or right from the 'frigerator
A message in a bottle
A tool to keep cool
Cool Cool Cool
Cool Cool Cool
Now you know that outer space
Is a very frigid place
Nothing to sustain us
All the way out past Uranus
If we're gonna ride these rockets
We need some 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 getting strange
Here's my advice to you
Turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Take off your Uggs
And let your metatarsals play
Even though La Bete de Nazelles
Is 10,000 miles away
We can turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Stretch out on the beach
And let your metatarsals play
Even though the Eden Roc
Is 10,000 miles away
You'll survive the summer heat
If you chill the rose
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Stretch out on the beach
And let your metatarsals play
Even though the ocean's frozen
And there's mountains of sorbet
We'll survive this global warming
If you chill the rose
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rose
Where the penguins patrol
And the scientific gang
Need a cozy place to hang
There's a party in the makin'
And all 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
And 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
Even though the South of France
Is 10,000 miles away
We can turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But grapes out on the ocean
Are gonna feel some 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 want be the last
And I am 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
I took rose from Porquerolles
And coffee from Jamaica
So turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Stretch out on the beach
And let your metatarsals play
Even though Le Select
Is 10,000 miles away
You'll survive the desert heat
If you chill the rose
Don't matter if your North
Or South of the Equator
You can pour it over ice
Or right from the 'frigerator
A message in a bottle
A tool to keep cool
Cool Cool Cool
Cool Cool Cool
Now you know that outer space
Is a very frigid place
Nothing to sustain us
All the way out past Uranus
If we're gonna ride these rockets
We need some 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 getting strange
Here's my advice to you
Turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Take off your Uggs
And let your metatarsals play
Even though La Bete de Nazelles
Is 10,000 miles away
We can turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Stretch out on the beach
And let your metatarsals play
Even though the Eden Roc
Is 10,000 miles away
You'll survive the summer heat
If you chill the rose
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Stretch out on the beach
And let your metatarsals play
Even though the ocean's frozen
And there's mountains of sorbet
We'll survive this global warming
If you chill the rose
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rose
Summerzcool Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
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
[Chorus:]
You need to go to summerzcool
Get to the beach or at least in the pool
Time to go to summer school
Remember what is and is not cool
Time out for 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 summerzcool
Remember what is and is not cool
Oh, summerzcool
There is a time and a place to act like a fool
At summerzcool
Get your ass to a beach or at least in a pool
At summerzcool
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 summerzcool
The courses are easy and there are no rules
At summerzcool
Remember what is and is not cool
You need to stay in summerzcool
This is the time and the place to act like a fool
Oh, summerzcool
Just know when to keep and to break all the rules
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
[Chorus:]
You need to go to summerzcool
Get to the beach or at least in the pool
Time to go to summer school
Remember what is and is not cool
Time out for 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 summerzcool
Remember what is and is not cool
Oh, summerzcool
There is a time and a place to act like a fool
At summerzcool
Get your ass to a beach or at least in a pool
At summerzcool
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 summerzcool
The courses are easy and there are no rules
At summerzcool
Remember what is and is not cool
You need to stay in summerzcool
This is the time and the place to act like a fool
Oh, summerzcool
Just know when to keep and to break all the rules
Rhumba Man Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
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 will drive you up the wall
The same old face the same old smile
The same old baby blues
I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
I'm still the man for you
[Chorus:]
I'm still doing the rhumba baby
I can't seem to quit
If 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
There's lots of guys in this crowd tonight
With a lot slicker glasses than me
They got their fins to the left fins to the right
For everyone to see
I might be old fashioned
But that's ok with me
'Cause I got a couple of rhumba moves
That You might like to see
[Chorus]
Now 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 will drive you up the wall
The same old face the same old smile
The same old baby blues
I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
I'm still the man for you
[Chorus 2x]
I haven't changed at all
I got the same old walk, the same old talk
That will drive you up the wall
The same old face the same old smile
The same old baby blues
I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
I'm still the man for you
[Chorus:]
I'm still doing the rhumba baby
I can't seem to quit
If 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
There's lots of guys in this crowd tonight
With a lot slicker glasses than me
They got their fins to the left fins to the right
For everyone to see
I might be old fashioned
But that's ok with me
'Cause I got a couple of rhumba moves
That You might like to see
[Chorus]
Now 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 will drive you up the wall
The same old face the same old smile
The same old baby blues
I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
I'm still the man for you
[Chorus 2x]
We Learned To Be Cool From You Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
Friend friend
We are at it again
Blastin' off to Timbuktu
I said it before I'll 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 parlez 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. Moustache look what we've done
Lived longer than they 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 parlez 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 okay
To play without shame
It's more about life
And the right thing to do
Hang on to the hullabaloo
Hey Captain Walter steering 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 parlez a little 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
We are at it again
Blastin' off to Timbuktu
I said it before I'll 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 parlez 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. Moustache look what we've done
Lived longer than they 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 parlez 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 okay
To play without shame
It's more about life
And the right thing to do
Hang on to the hullabaloo
Hey Captain Walter steering 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 parlez a little 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
Life Short Call Now Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
Billboards promise paradise
And tattoos "done while you wait"
Possible futures all laid out
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?
Life short-call now
Lone car waxes, then it wanes
Leaves only voices in the hall
And in the room next door to mine
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
Life short-call now
And tattoos "done while you wait"
Possible futures all laid out
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?
Life short-call now
Lone car waxes, then it wanes
Leaves only voices in the hall
And in the room next door to mine
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
Life short-call now
Surfing In A Hurricane Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
I fee like Goin' Surfing in a Hurricane
I feel like makin' love in the pouring rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
I got no 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 pass, it was too late
Hey, we ain't the kind to evacuate
The impact zone is callin' out my name
Sea monster night pulling nothing but pride and fear
St. Christopher may not get our asses outta here
Flooded roads, trailer parks
Maybe a tornado workin' in the dark
The perfect life, riding to 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 got no need to explain
I feel like goin' surfing 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
[Guitar Solo]
I made the first drop and my cojones were in my throat
The second wave hit me
Brother, that's all she wrote
Upside down, water on the brain
Into the bottom, but feelin' no pain
Screamin like a Seaman, paddlin' out again
I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
I feel like makin' love in the pouring rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
I got 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 pouring rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
I got 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 pouring rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
I got no 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 pass, it was too late
Hey, we ain't the kind to evacuate
The impact zone is callin' out my name
Sea monster night pulling nothing but pride and fear
St. Christopher may not get our asses outta here
Flooded roads, trailer parks
Maybe a tornado workin' in the dark
The perfect life, riding to 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 got no need to explain
I feel like goin' surfing 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
[Guitar Solo]
I made the first drop and my cojones were in my throat
The second wave hit me
Brother, that's all she wrote
Upside down, water on the brain
Into the bottom, but feelin' no pain
Screamin like a Seaman, paddlin' out again
I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
I feel like makin' love in the pouring rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
I got 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 pouring rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
I got no need to explain
I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
Buffet Hotel Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
Well the train slipped into the station
A worn out steel blue soul
A relic from colonial days
When the French were still in control
Lorsque les Francais ont ete en controle
It's an outpost in transition
Where the faithful in the bar
Know from the whistle and the squeaking wheels
That the next stop is Dakar
La prochaine etape etait 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 lit that great reunion
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
Direction Buffet Hotel
Direction Buffet Hotel
Now we're lost in the Sahara
Four hours north of Tombouctou
Lookin' for a nomad who knows
Or maybe some wandering Jew
Allons a Essakane, Syndou
(Get us to Essakana, Syndou)
Then we heard that Tuareg combo
We had come so very far
And we were welcomed out of history
By the wind, the sand and the stars
J'ai commence a le percevoir
Sand in the couscous
Sand in the wine
There was sand in my guitar case
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
Nous avons eu Buffet Hotel
I recall dipomats
And hookers
I saw strangers diggin' wells
And for that one great night in Bamako
We owned Buffet Hotel
A worn out steel blue soul
A relic from colonial days
When the French were still in control
Lorsque les Francais ont ete en controle
It's an outpost in transition
Where the faithful in the bar
Know from the whistle and the squeaking wheels
That the next stop is Dakar
La prochaine etape etait 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 lit that great reunion
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
Direction Buffet Hotel
Direction Buffet Hotel
Now we're lost in the Sahara
Four hours north of Tombouctou
Lookin' for a nomad who knows
Or maybe some wandering Jew
Allons a Essakane, Syndou
(Get us to Essakana, Syndou)
Then we heard that Tuareg combo
We had come so very far
And we were welcomed out of history
By the wind, the sand and the stars
J'ai commence a le percevoir
Sand in the couscous
Sand in the wine
There was sand in my guitar case
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
Nous avons eu Buffet Hotel
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 Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
Hey, have you noticed that the world has changed
That the news is all bad
Well, I think it
That the news is all bad
Well, I think it
Bama Breeze Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
At the Bama Breeze
You can shoot some pool down there
You can act a fool down there
You can play it cool down there
At the Bama Breeze
You can drink some beer down there
Argue, laugh, and cheer down there
Pass another year down there
Jimmy got caught smoking a joint
Out behind the bar
Sittin' in his car
And they took him to jail
The tip jar paid his bail
In 1984 Mick Jagger
Passed through town
Bought the house a round
Signed his name on the wall
In the Ladies bathroom stall... yeah
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 the fake I.D
And the short-enough skirt
Yea figures what the hell could it hurt
Second set the owner Lulu
Get's up with the band
A beer in her hand
And sings "Freebird" 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 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 never drink alone down there
Good God I feel at home down there
You can shoot some pool down there
You can act a fool down there
You can play it cool down there
At the Bama Breeze
You can drink some beer down there
Argue, laugh, and cheer down there
Pass another year down there
Jimmy got caught smoking a joint
Out behind the bar
Sittin' in his car
And they took him to jail
The tip jar paid his bail
In 1984 Mick Jagger
Passed through town
Bought the house a round
Signed his name on the wall
In the Ladies bathroom stall... yeah
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 the fake I.D
And the short-enough skirt
Yea figures what the hell could it hurt
Second set the owner Lulu
Get's up with the band
A beer in her hand
And sings "Freebird" 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 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 never drink alone down there
Good God I feel at home down there
Party At The End Of The World Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
Calling Paris
Come in London
Come in New York
Hello Rio
The bad news is the world is ending
The good news is there's a party
But you better get here quick
When you feel like a written off actor on Deadwood
About to get fed to the pigs
When that preacher's bus from hell
Blastin' just cowbell
Parks itself in front of your digs
There's a place you can go called Tierra Del Feugo
Down in the Southern Hemisphere
It's kinda Troy without Helen
Past the Straits of Magellan
Things are always looking up down here
Cause there's a party at the end of the world (end of the world)
Where the locals do the tango twirl (tango twirl)
Forget the temples in Nepal
Cancel the fete in Montreal
There's a party at the end of the world
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 this location's so nice
We'll never run out of ice
'Cause Antarctica's just around the block
And there's a party at the end of the world (end of the world)
Where the locals do the tango twirl (tango twirl)
Now don't make that big mistaica
And wind up with Miss Jamaica
At the party at the end of world
Flying machines, yellow submarines
French girls in cowboy decor- "D'accord"
RSVP isn't needed you see
And they all just be screaming for more-AMOUR
Now in case you hadn't heard
Things are getting quite absurd
No one really shocks us that's for sure
Roadside bombers and tsunamis
Oh god How I miss those Commies
No one really plays fair anymore
But I've spoken to the yogis
And had meetings with my roadies
Who tell me that arrangements are complete
Just below the "Roaring forties"
I am going to fly some sorties
So you best reserve that cherished window seat
To the party at the end of the world (end of the world)
Where the locals do that tango twirl (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 be rocking in Ushuaia
At the party at the end
You surely must attend
The party at the end of the world
Come in London
Come in New York
Hello Rio
The bad news is the world is ending
The good news is there's a party
But you better get here quick
When you feel like a written off actor on Deadwood
About to get fed to the pigs
When that preacher's bus from hell
Blastin' just cowbell
Parks itself in front of your digs
There's a place you can go called Tierra Del Feugo
Down in the Southern Hemisphere
It's kinda Troy without Helen
Past the Straits of Magellan
Things are always looking up down here
Cause there's a party at the end of the world (end of the world)
Where the locals do the tango twirl (tango twirl)
Forget the temples in Nepal
Cancel the fete in Montreal
There's a party at the end of the world
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 this location's so nice
We'll never run out of ice
'Cause Antarctica's just around the block
And there's a party at the end of the world (end of the world)
Where the locals do the tango twirl (tango twirl)
Now don't make that big mistaica
And wind up with Miss Jamaica
At the party at the end of world
Flying machines, yellow submarines
French girls in cowboy decor- "D'accord"
RSVP isn't needed you see
And they all just be screaming for more-AMOUR
Now in case you hadn't heard
Things are getting quite absurd
No one really shocks us that's for sure
Roadside bombers and tsunamis
Oh god How I miss those Commies
No one really plays fair anymore
But I've spoken to the yogis
And had meetings with my roadies
Who tell me that arrangements are complete
Just below the "Roaring forties"
I am going to fly some sorties
So you best reserve that cherished window seat
To the party at the end of the world (end of the world)
Where the locals do that tango twirl (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 be rocking in Ushuaia
At the party at the end
You surely must attend
The party at the end of the world
Weather With You Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
Walking around the room singing
Stormy weather at 57 Mount Pleasant Street
Well its the same room but everything's different
You can fight the sleep but not the dream
Things aint cooking in my kitchen
Strange affliction wash over me
Julius Caesar and the roman empire
Couldn't conquer the blue sky
Well There's a small boat made of china
It's Goin 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
Stormy weather at 57 Mount Pleasant Street
Well its the same room but everything's different
You can fight the sleep but not the dream
Things aint cooking in my kitchen
Strange affliction wash over me
Julius Caesar and the roman empire
Couldn't conquer the blue sky
Well There's a small boat made of china
It's Goin 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 Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
Message in a bottle, rhythm of a drum
Smoke signals and telegraphs make the airwaves hum
But that's all ancient history like bongs and Lincoln Logs
Now we livin' like the Jetsons in a wacky wireless fog
Talkin' squawkin' hawkin' who knows if anybody's gettin' through
Toasters talk to crackberries, Boston to Bombay
Teenage schemes and Ma-bell's dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
Crashing cars in conversation while that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighways locked up like a L.A. traffic jam
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Do you remember dialing up?
Yes I remember well
Now I just can't go anywhere with out that sacred cell
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send me an e-mail, link me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL tryin to read the writing on the wall
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
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 my Marley on my ringtone, get up, stand up, reach out, touch somebody man
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me now?
I gotta get over by the beerstand
Oh shit my batteries are going
I'll call you back
Smoke signals and telegraphs make the airwaves hum
But that's all ancient history like bongs and Lincoln Logs
Now we livin' like the Jetsons in a wacky wireless fog
Talkin' squawkin' hawkin' who knows if anybody's gettin' through
Toasters talk to crackberries, Boston to Bombay
Teenage schemes and Ma-bell's dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
Crashing cars in conversation while that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighways locked up like a L.A. traffic jam
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Do you remember dialing up?
Yes I remember well
Now I just can't go anywhere with out that sacred cell
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send me an e-mail, link me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL tryin to read the writing on the wall
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
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 my Marley on my ringtone, get up, stand up, reach out, touch somebody man
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me now?
I gotta get over by the beerstand
Oh shit my batteries are going
I'll call you back
Whoop De Doo Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
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
To my answerphone
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
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
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
To my answerphone
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
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
Nothing But A Breeze Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
Life is much too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
Others figure tea is 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 would 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 up high on a mountain top
Or down by the deep blue sea
And there we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothing but a breeze
One day I'll soon 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
Well, I don't mind being a longboarding grandpa
If you'll be my awsome grandma
I suggest we have a little cool conch salad
In the shade down in old Nassau
And there we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothing but a breeze
Life is much too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smooth tequila
Others figure tea is 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
Yea, me I want to live with my flip flops in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue North
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
Others figure tea is 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 would 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 up high on a mountain top
Or down by the deep blue sea
And there we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothing but a breeze
One day I'll soon 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
Well, I don't mind being a longboarding grandpa
If you'll be my awsome grandma
I suggest we have a little cool conch salad
In the shade down in old Nassau
And there we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothing but a breeze
Life is much too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smooth tequila
Others figure tea is 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
Yea, me I want to live with my flip flops in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue North
Cinco De Mayo In Memphis Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
Meanwhile down on Beale Street
Drinking in a Beale Street bar
There's a fog rolling off the Mississippi
Has anybody seen Arkansas?
And the deckhands from the towboats
Come ashore wearing Mexican shoes
Headed strait for Graceland
It Was the first thing they wanted to do
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Marchetti singing the blues
Soul Sisters huggin Senoritas
All sportin' Blue suede shoes
Porkpie hats and sombreros
Hangin on a downtown street
Swingin pool cues at pinatas
Don't that river smell sweet?
And they all come to get'm some Memphis
A little somethin' for their souls
Lowriders lined up with limousines Hey
They all came to rock and roll
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Marchetti singing the blues
Southern belles and Senoritas
All sportin Blue suede shoes
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Marchetti singing the blues
Southern belles and Senoritas
All sportin Blue suede shoes
Drinking in a Beale Street bar
There's a fog rolling off the Mississippi
Has anybody seen Arkansas?
And the deckhands from the towboats
Come ashore wearing Mexican shoes
Headed strait for Graceland
It Was the first thing they wanted to do
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Marchetti singing the blues
Soul Sisters huggin Senoritas
All sportin' Blue suede shoes
Porkpie hats and sombreros
Hangin on a downtown street
Swingin pool cues at pinatas
Don't that river smell sweet?
And they all come to get'm some Memphis
A little somethin' for their souls
Lowriders lined up with limousines Hey
They all came to rock and roll
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Marchetti singing the blues
Southern belles and Senoritas
All sportin Blue suede shoes
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Marchetti singing the blues
Southern belles and Senoritas
All sportin Blue suede shoes
Reggabilly Hill Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
I don't know if I was dreamin' I don't know if it was real
Everything was movin' and yet everything was still
People came from everywhere and no one felt the chill
That lingered in the valley down by Reggabilly Hill
They came across the water they came across the sand
Everyone was singing Oh you should of heard the band
A song in adoration of the everlasting will
That gathered them together there on Reggabilly Hill
Ocean deep mountain high
And a river of blood flowed down
Pourin' out from a wound that would not heal
So always and forever we'll remember how it feels
The ones who had it all and the ones who'd made a name
Were walkin' side by side with the naked and the lame
Hungry little children ate until they had their fill
Then they tumbled through the clover down on Reggabilly Hill
On top of the hill they were dancin' through a fire
Whirl away the sorrow as you move a little higher
Slowly makin' circles through the purple sky until
You could barely see 'em wavin' there on Reggabilly Hill
Ocean deep mountain high
And a 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
Everything was movin' and yet everything was still
People came from everywhere and no one felt the chill
That lingered in the valley down by Reggabilly Hill
They came across the water they came across the sand
Everyone was singing Oh you should of heard the band
A song in adoration of the everlasting will
That gathered them together there on Reggabilly Hill
Ocean deep mountain high
And a river of blood flowed down
Pourin' out from a wound that would not heal
So always and forever we'll remember how it feels
The ones who had it all and the ones who'd made a name
Were walkin' side by side with the naked and the lame
Hungry little children ate until they had their fill
Then they tumbled through the clover down on Reggabilly Hill
On top of the hill they were dancin' through a fire
Whirl away the sorrow as you move a little higher
Slowly makin' circles through the purple sky until
You could barely see 'em wavin' there on Reggabilly Hill
Ocean deep mountain high
And a 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 Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
Just a country boy that combed his hair
And he put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air
And he shook it like a chorus girl
And he shook it like a Harlem queen
He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby,
Like you never seen
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
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
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
He was all alone in a long decline
Thinking how happy John Henry was that he fell down and died
When he shook it and he rang like silver
He shook it and he shine 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
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
Just a country boy that combed his hair
And he put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air
And he shook it like a chorus girl
And he shook it like a Harlem queen
He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby,
Like you never seen
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
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
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
He was all alone in a long decline
Thinking how happy John Henry was that he fell down and died
When he shook it and he rang like silver
He shook it and he shine 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
Hula Girl At Heart Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
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
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
Wheel Inside The Wheel Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
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
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
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