Jimmy Buffet Song Lyrics
MARGARITAVILLEJimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,watchin' the sun bake;All of those tourists covered with oil.Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.Smell those shrimp--They're beginnin' to boil. Wasted away again in Margaritaville,Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,Stayed here all seasonWith nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.But it's a real beauty,A Mexican cutie, how it got hereI haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,Stepped on a pop top;Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.But there's booze in the blender,And soon it will renderThat frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in MargaritavilleSearchin' for my lost shaker of salt.Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,But I know, it's my own damn fault.Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
MIGRATIONJimmy Buffett
Look'in back at my background tryin' tofigure out how I ever got here.Some things are still a mystery to meWhile others are much to clear.I'm just livin' in the sunshine,Stay contented most of the time.Yeah, list'nin to Murphy, Walker and Willie,Sing me their Texas rhymes.
Now most of the people who retire in Floridaare wrinkled and they lean on a crutch.And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys;Well I hate those bastards so much.I wish a summer squall would blow themall the way up to fantasy land.They're ugly and square, they don't belong here.They look a lot better as beer cans.
ChorusYeah, That's why it's still a mystery to me,Why some people live like they do.So many nice things hap'nin out there,Never even seen the clues.Whoa, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme.I know we've been doing our part.Got a Caribbean soul I can barely controland some Texas hidden here in my heart.
Well now, I might have joined the merchant marine,If I hadn't learned how to sing.And on top of that I got married too early,And it cost me much more than a ring.But those crazy days are over,You've just got to learn fromthe wrong things you've done.I came off the rebound, started looking around,Figured out it's time to have a little fun.
ChorusWell now, if I ever live to be an old man,I'm gonna sail down to Martinique.I'm gonna buy me a sweat stained Bogart suitand an African parakeet.And then I'll sit him on my shoulderand open up my trusty old mind.I'm gonna teach him how to fuss,Teach him how to cuss,And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine.
ChorusYeah, I got a Caribbean soul I can barely controland some Texas hidden here in my heart.
GROWING OLDER BUT NOT UPJimmy Buffett
I rounded first never thought of the worstAs I studied the shortstop's positionThen crack went my leg like the shell of an eggSomeone call a decent physicianI'm no Pete Rose, I can't pretendWhile my mind is quite flexiblethese brittle bones don't bend
ChorusI'm growing older but not upMy metabolic rate is pleasantly stuckSo let the winds of change blow over my headI'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead
Sometimes I see me as an old manateeHeading south as the waters grow colderHe tries to steer clear of the hum drum so nearIt cuts prop scars deep in his shouldersThat's how it flows right to the endHis body's still flexible but thatBarnacle brain don't bend
ChorusSo now don't get me wrongThis is not a sad songJust events that I have happened to witnessAnd time takes it's toll as we head for the pollAs the days grow more complicated the night life still wins
ChorusLet the winds of change blow over my headI'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead
HOLIDAYLyrics & music by Jimmy Buffett, Ralph MacDonald & Rob Eaton, and William Salter
The weather channel girl with her perfect weather curlIs talking "Cold, cold, cold"You can't get out of bedYou can't remember what you've saidYou're feeling old, old, old
Is it a fever or depression, anger or aggressionWhat's the remedy?We're not talking rocket scienceThe answer to your question'sVery plain to see
(Chorus)You need a holiday, take a holidayFind a far-off wonderlandWhere you might regain command of your life todayTake a holiday, you need a holidayGrab a pack and hit the trailTake a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay
You're caught in the InternetYou think it's such a great assetYou're wrong , wrong, wrongAll that fiber optic gearStill cannot take away the fearLike and island song
Disregard confession, stop trying to make impressionsOn your corporate climbIt might come as quite a shockBut you can't really own that rockIt's just a waste of time.
So, take a holiday, take a holidayFind a place to find yourselfTake your life sown off that shelfQuit acting so blaseTake a holiday, you need a holidaygrab a pack and hit the trailTake a sail and wind on some moonlit bay
Well, it's only up to you, no one else can teach you toGo out and have some funThough, if you want to stay aliveEvade the big nose diveBe a comedian
And take a holiday, you need a holidayFind a far-off wonderlandWhere you might regain command of your life todayTake a holiday, you need a holidayGrab a pack and hit the trailTake a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay
You need a holiday, take a holidayFind a place to find yourselfTake your life down off that shelfWuit acting so blaseTake a holiday, you need a holidayGrab a pack and hit the trailTake a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
Headin' up to San Franciscofor the Labor Day weekend show,I've got my hush-puppies on,I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll.And honey I didn't know that I'd be missin' you so.
ChorusCome Monday It'll be all right,Come Monday I'll be holding you tight.I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. hazeand I just want you back by my side.
Yes it's been quite a summer,rent-a-cars and west bound trains.And now you're off on vacation,somethin' you tried to explain.And darlin' I love you so that'sthe reason I just let you go.
ChorusI can't help it honey,you're that much a part of me now.Remember the night in Montana whenwe said there'd be no room for doubt.
I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry,I know that it's pretty up there.We can go hikin on Tuesday,with you I'd walk anywhere.California has worn me quite thin,I just can't wait to see you again.
FRUITCAKESJimmy Buffett, Amy Lee
Fruitcakes in the kitchenFruitcakes on the streetStruttin' naked through the cross walkIn the middle of the weekHalf baked cookies in the ovenHalf baked people on the busThere's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
Paradise - Lost and foundParadise - take a look around
I was out in CaliforniaWhere I hear they have it allThey got riots, fires and mud slidesThey got sushi in the mallWater bars and BrontosaursChinese modern lustShake and bake life with the quakeThe secret's in the crust
ChorusWe lost our Martian rocket shipThe high paid spokesman saidLooks like that silly rocket shipHas lost it's cone-shaped head
We spent ninety jillion dollarsTryin' to get a look at MarsI hear universal laughterRinging out among the stars
Fruitcakes in the galaxyFruitcakes on the EarthStrut naked towards eternityWe've been that way since birth
Half baked cookies in the ovenHalf baked people on the busThere's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
Religion, religion.Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpaMea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Where's the church, who took the steepleReligion's in the hands of some crazy ass peopleTelevision preachers with bad hair and dimplesThe God's honest truth is it's not that simple
It's the Buddhist in you, it's the pagan in meIt's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?It's that born again look, it's the wasp and the JewTell me what's goin on, I ain't got a clue
Here come the big ones - Relationships -We all got 'em, we all want 'em. What do we do with 'em?
She said you've got to do your fair shareNow cough up half the rentI treat my body like a templeYou treat yours like a tent
But the right word at the right timeMay get me a little hugThat's the difference between lighteningAnd a harmless lightening bug
ChorusThe future - Captain's log - Star date 2000 and somethin'We're seven years from the millenniumThat's a science fiction factStanley Kubrick and his buddy HalNow don't look that abstract
So I'll put on my Bob Marley tapeAnd practice what I preachGet Ja lost in the reggae monAs I walk along the beach
Stay in touch with my insanityReally is the only wayIt's a jungle out there kiddiesHave a very fruitful day
WE ARE THE PEOPLE OUR PARENTS WARNED US ABOUT Jimmy Buffett
I was supposed to have been a Jesuit priest or a Naval Academy gradThat was the way that my parents perceived meThose were the plans that they hadThough I couldn't fit the part too dumb or too smartAin't it funny how we all turned outI guess we are the people our parents warned us about
You know I could have worked the rigs when the money was big Or hopped a freighter south to TrinidadAnd when they tried to draft me I earned a college degreeBuyin' time till things were not so badBut when I got a guitar found a job in a bar, playin' acid rock til I was numbTell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come.
Chorus:We are the people they couldn't figure outWe are the people our parents warned us about
Hey hey, Gardner McKay, take us on the leaky Tiki with youClear skies bound for Shanghai, sailin' on the ocean blue
Now I got quarters in my loafers tryin' to fight inflationWhen it only used to take a centSometimes I wish I was back in my crash pad days before I knew what cash flow meantSeems everybody's joggin' or heavy into health shitDon't tell me that I ought to get rolfed'Cause I love cajun martinis and playin' afternoon golf
ChorusWe are the people there isn't any doubtWe are the people they still can't figure outWe are the people who love to sing "Twist and Shout"(Shake it up, Baby now)We are the people our parents warned us about.
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.Made it nearly seventy days,Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreamsSome kind of sensuous treat.Not zucchini, fettuccini, or bulger wheat, But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger is paradise.Heaven on earth with an onion slice.Not too particular, not too precise.I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato, Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steerFor my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:Heard about the old time sailor men,They eat the same thing again and again;Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.When I'm in port I get what I need;Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with mustard'd be niceNot too particular, not too preciseI'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomatoHeinz 57 and French fried potatoesBig kosher pickle and a cold draught beerWell, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradiseMakin' the best of every virtue and vice.Worth every damn bit of sacrificeTo get a cheeseburger in paradise;To be a cheeseburger in paradise.I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
JOLLY MONJimmy Buffett, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
There is a tale that the island people tellDon't care if it is true 'cause I love it so well.Jolly Mon sang for his supper every nightThe people fed him well 'cause he treated them so right
Of Jolly Mon singOh make Orion ring
And they wanted him to sing on the islands near and farHe always found his way by Orion the lucky starHe'd tell them of their joys, he'd tell them of their woesThey'd love to see him come and hate to see him go
Oh Jolly Mon singOh make the music ring
He was making his way home on a dark and stormy nightWhen he heard a cry for help, he saw a flashing lightWhen he reached the other boat and offered him a handThey said, "Give us all your cargo." as they tooka pirate stand
Oh Jolly Mon singOh give them everything
"Jolly Mon we know you - Sing your last song very well"They tossed him in the ocean cause their hearts weremade in hellCame along a dolphin, he said,"Jolly Mon Hello""I've always loved your singing - climb on boardand don't let go."
Oh Jolly Mon singOh make the oceans ring
The night was filled with magic as they bid the sea goodbyeThey swam into the heavens - they stayed up in the skyAnd all the island people when they wish upon a starSee the dolphin and the Jolly Mon who tell them wherethey are
Oh Jolly Mon singOh make the heavens ringOh Jolly Mon singOh make the magic ring
PASCAGOULA RUNJimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver
Billy pulled in in a JaguarRed convertible sixty-fiveHeaded home to Mississippi, he'd beenaround the worldHe was that black sheep uncle of mineHis ship had come in, he was lookin' to sinHe was singing his own songWhen he yelled from the drive, my heart came alive"Jimmy boy come along"
ChorusIt's time to see the worldIt's time to kiss a girlIt's time to cross the wild meridianGrab your bag and take a chanceTime to learn a cajun danceKid your gonna see the mornin' sunOn the Pascagoula run
Friday night at the Stateline BarWhere the waterfront people dwellBetter watch my step if the floor caves inI'll go right straight to hellThere were pinball machines and cajun queensMen with knives and scarsBilly moved 'cross the floor throughthe real hard coreAnd said "Here's where it gets bizarre"
Repeat ChorusWhat do the ladies say what do the ladies sayWhat do the ladies say, what do the ladies sayWhat do the ladies say what do the ladies sayWhat do the ladies say what do the ladies sayWhat do the ladies say what do the ladies say
Bring that young man over hereWe gonna buy that boy a beerAnd that ain't all we want to doAnd bring your crazy uncle too
TIN CUP CHALICEJimmy Buffett
I want to go back to the island,Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'.Give me oysters and beer for dinner ev'ry day of the year,And I'll feel fine, I'll feel fine.
Chorus:'Cause I want to be there,I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there.With a tin cup for a chaliceFill it up with good red wine,And I'm-a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine.
Yeah, now the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water;Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze.Salt air it ain't thin,It can stick right to your skin,And make you feel fine.It makes you feel fine.
Repeat Chorus.
Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal;Get that Packard up and let's move.I want to be there before the dayTries to steal away and leave us behind;I've made up my mind;
PENCIL-THIN MUSTACHEJimmy Buffett
Now they make new movies in old black and white,With happy endings, where nobody fights,So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage,Honey, jump right up and show your age.
I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,and an autographed piture of Andy Divine.
Oh, I remember bein' buck toothed and skinnyWritin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny.Oh, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,then I could solve some mysteries too.Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin up fast,Drinkin' on a fake I.D.And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana,But only jazz musicians were smokin marajuana.Yeah, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,then I could solve some mysteries too.
But then it's flat-top, dirty bop, copin' a feel'grubbin on the living room floor;They send you off to college to try to gaina little knowledge,But all you want to do is learn how to score.Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear,I don't go to church, and I don't cut my hair;But I can goto movies and see it all there,Just the way that it use to be.
That's why I wish I had a pencil-thin mustachethe "Boston Blackie" kind, or a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,And an autographed picture of Andy Divine.
Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be,Maybe suave Eerol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby.If I only had a pencil-thin mustache,then I could do some crusing too.
Yeah, Brylcream, a little dab'll do yah,Oh, I could do some cruising too.
GRAPEFRUIT - JUICY FRUIT Jimmy Buffett
GrapefruitBathing suitChew a little Juicy FruitWash away the night
Drive-inGuzzle ginCommit a little mortal sinIt's good for the soul.
(Bridge)And oh, it gets so damn lonelyWhen you're on the plane all aloneAnd if I had the money, HoneyI'd strap you in beside meAnd never ever leave you Leave you at home all alone and crying.
Ten speedNo needMy pick-up gets me where I pleaseShuggin' sown the street.But I'll be leavin'In a little whileSo close your eyes and I'llBe back real soon
COCONUT TELEGRAPHJimmy Buffett
Tuesday on the islandNot much goin' onThe parties are all overThey ended just past dawnBut the jungle drums are beatingWith the tales from late last nightCause the stories bear repeatingFor everyone's delight
ChorusYou can hear it on the coconut telegraphCan't keep nothin' under their hatYou can hear 'em on the coconut telegraphSayin' who did dis and datDis and dat dis and dat
Now I'm not one to deal in gossipBut was he that big of fool?To do a belly buster high diveAnd miss the entire pool?Now what's the word on sweet Melissa?And the kid nobody knewDid Ricardo ever find her?I swear it's just between me and you
ChorusYou can hear it on the coconut telegraphBy now everybody knowsYou can hear it on the coconut telegraphJust who comes and goesComes and goes comes and goes
It's humpday on the islandAnd the lines have all gone deadAll the juicy news is historyI guess everything's been saidBut when the eagle flies on FridayAnd the boys break out the rumThen the joint begins to jumpin'And you'll hear those hot lines hum
ChorusPut it on the coconut telegraphAll the celebration and the stressPut it on the coconut telegraphIn twenty-five words or less
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last monthJust to try and recall the whole year.All of the faces and all of the places,wonderin' where they all disappeared.I didn't ponder the question too long;I was hungry and went out for a bite.Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.With all of our running and all of our cunning,If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;Nothing remains quite the same.Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airportReminds me of the places I've been.Visions of good times that broughtso much pleasuremakes me want to go back again.If it suddenly ended tomorrow,I could somehow adjust to the fall.Good times and riches and son of a bitches,I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;I wish I could jump on a plane.And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.God, I wish I was sailin' again.Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,So I can't look back for too long.There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,and I know that I just can't go wrongwith these...(to chorus)
LAST MANGO IN PARISJimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
I went down to Captain Tony's to get out of the heatWhen I heard a voice call out to me, "Son, come have a seat"I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyesOur lives change like the weather but a legend never dies
He said, "I ate the last mango in ParisTook the last plane out of SaigonTook the first fast boat to ChinaAnd "Jimmy, there's still so much to be done."
I had a third world girl in BuziosWith a pistol on each handShe always kept me coveredAs we moved from land to landI had a damn good run on wall streetWith my high fashion model wifeTil I woke up dry beneath the African skyJust me and my Swiss Army knife
I ate the last mango in ParisTook the last plane out of SaigonTook the first fast boat to ChinaAnd Jimmy there's still so much to be done
We shot the breeze for hoursAs the sun fell from the skiesAnd like the sun hw disappeared before my very eyesIt was somewhere past dark-thirtyWhen I went back to the headI read upon the dingy wallThe words the old man said
I ate the last mango in Paris.......so much to be done.Why don't we wander and follow la vie dansante.
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.It took her three days on the train.Lookin' for some peace and quiet;hoped to see the sun again.But now she lives down by the ocean.She's takin' care to look for sharks.They hang out in the local bars,And they feed right after dark.
ChorusCan't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?You got fins to the left, fins to the right,and you're the only bait in town.You got fins to the left, fins to the right,and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.Wants to head south in May;Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,Somewhere down Montserrat way.But the money's good in the season;Helps to lighten her load.Boys keep her high as the months go by.She's gettin' postcards from the road.
ChorusSailed off to Antigua.It took her three days on a boat.Lookin' for some peace and quiet;Maybe keep her dreams afloat.But now she feels like a remora,'cause the school's still close at hand.Just behind the reef are the big white teethof the sharks that can swim on the land.
WHY DON'T WE GET DRUNKJimmy Buffett
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' hereYour voice sounds so wonderfulBut your face don't look too clearSo, Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brewHoney, why don't we get drunk and screw.
(Chorus)Why don't we get drunk and screwI just bought a waterbed filled up for me and youThey say you are a snuff queen, Honey, I don't think that's trueSo, why don't we get drunk and screw.
BROWN EYED GIRLVan Morrison
Hey, where did we go?Days when the rains cameDown in a hollowPlayin' a new game
Laughin' and a runnin'Skippin' and a jumpin'In the misty mornin' fogWith our hearts a thumpin'It was you, my brown eyed girlYou, my brown eyed girl
Now what ever happenedTuesday is oh so slowGoin' down the old mine With a transistor radio
Standin' in a sunlit laneHidin' 'hind a rainbow's wallSlippin' and a slidin'All along the waterfall It was you, my brown eyed girlYou, my brown eyed girl
Do you remember whenWe used to singSha la la la la la la la la la la ti daSha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
So hard to find my wayNow that I'm on my ownThought about it just the other dayMy, where's the time all gone
Can't remember back then LordSometimes I'm overcome thinkin' 'boutMakin' love in the green grass Behind the stadium With you, my brown eyed girlDo you remember whenWe used to singSha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOURJimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb
IA ORA TE NATURA E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI IA ORA TE NATURAE MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Nature lives (life to nature)Have pity for the Earth(Love the Earth)
I know I don't get there often enoughBut God knows I surely tryIt's a magic kind of medicineThat no doctor could prescribeI used to rule my world from a pay phoneAnd ships out on the seaBut now times are roughAnd I got too much stuffCan't explain the likes of me
ChorusBut there's this one particular harbourSo far but yet so nearWhere I see the days as they fade awayAnd finally disappear
But now I think about the good timesDown in the Caribbean sunshineIn my younger days I was so badLaughin' about all the fun we hadI've seen enough to feel the world spinMixin' different oceans meetin' cousinsListen to the drummers and the night soundsListen to the singers make the world go 'round
IA ORA TE NATURAE MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEIIA ORA TE NATURAE MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Lakes below the mountainsFlow into the seaLike oils applied to canvasThey permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbourSheltered from the windWhere the children play on the shore each dayAnd all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbourSo far but yet so nearI can see the day when my hair's full grayAnd I finally disappear
IA ORA TE NATURAE MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEIIA ORA TE NATURAE MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUARE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE
Bounty of the land is exhaustedBut there's still abundance on the sea
Nibblin' on sponge cake,watchin' the sun bake;All of those tourists covered with oil.Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.Smell those shrimp--They're beginnin' to boil. Wasted away again in Margaritaville,Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,Stayed here all seasonWith nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.But it's a real beauty,A Mexican cutie, how it got hereI haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,Stepped on a pop top;Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.But there's booze in the blender,And soon it will renderThat frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in MargaritavilleSearchin' for my lost shaker of salt.Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,But I know, it's my own damn fault.Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault
MIGRATIONJimmy Buffett
Look'in back at my background tryin' tofigure out how I ever got here.Some things are still a mystery to meWhile others are much to clear.I'm just livin' in the sunshine,Stay contented most of the time.Yeah, list'nin to Murphy, Walker and Willie,Sing me their Texas rhymes.
Now most of the people who retire in Floridaare wrinkled and they lean on a crutch.And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys;Well I hate those bastards so much.I wish a summer squall would blow themall the way up to fantasy land.They're ugly and square, they don't belong here.They look a lot better as beer cans.
ChorusYeah, That's why it's still a mystery to me,Why some people live like they do.So many nice things hap'nin out there,Never even seen the clues.Whoa, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme.I know we've been doing our part.Got a Caribbean soul I can barely controland some Texas hidden here in my heart.
Well now, I might have joined the merchant marine,If I hadn't learned how to sing.And on top of that I got married too early,And it cost me much more than a ring.But those crazy days are over,You've just got to learn fromthe wrong things you've done.I came off the rebound, started looking around,Figured out it's time to have a little fun.
ChorusWell now, if I ever live to be an old man,I'm gonna sail down to Martinique.I'm gonna buy me a sweat stained Bogart suitand an African parakeet.And then I'll sit him on my shoulderand open up my trusty old mind.I'm gonna teach him how to fuss,Teach him how to cuss,And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine.
ChorusYeah, I got a Caribbean soul I can barely controland some Texas hidden here in my heart.
GROWING OLDER BUT NOT UPJimmy Buffett
I rounded first never thought of the worstAs I studied the shortstop's positionThen crack went my leg like the shell of an eggSomeone call a decent physicianI'm no Pete Rose, I can't pretendWhile my mind is quite flexiblethese brittle bones don't bend
ChorusI'm growing older but not upMy metabolic rate is pleasantly stuckSo let the winds of change blow over my headI'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead
Sometimes I see me as an old manateeHeading south as the waters grow colderHe tries to steer clear of the hum drum so nearIt cuts prop scars deep in his shouldersThat's how it flows right to the endHis body's still flexible but thatBarnacle brain don't bend
ChorusSo now don't get me wrongThis is not a sad songJust events that I have happened to witnessAnd time takes it's toll as we head for the pollAs the days grow more complicated the night life still wins
ChorusLet the winds of change blow over my headI'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead
HOLIDAYLyrics & music by Jimmy Buffett, Ralph MacDonald & Rob Eaton, and William Salter
The weather channel girl with her perfect weather curlIs talking "Cold, cold, cold"You can't get out of bedYou can't remember what you've saidYou're feeling old, old, old
Is it a fever or depression, anger or aggressionWhat's the remedy?We're not talking rocket scienceThe answer to your question'sVery plain to see
(Chorus)You need a holiday, take a holidayFind a far-off wonderlandWhere you might regain command of your life todayTake a holiday, you need a holidayGrab a pack and hit the trailTake a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay
You're caught in the InternetYou think it's such a great assetYou're wrong , wrong, wrongAll that fiber optic gearStill cannot take away the fearLike and island song
Disregard confession, stop trying to make impressionsOn your corporate climbIt might come as quite a shockBut you can't really own that rockIt's just a waste of time.
So, take a holiday, take a holidayFind a place to find yourselfTake your life sown off that shelfQuit acting so blaseTake a holiday, you need a holidaygrab a pack and hit the trailTake a sail and wind on some moonlit bay
Well, it's only up to you, no one else can teach you toGo out and have some funThough, if you want to stay aliveEvade the big nose diveBe a comedian
And take a holiday, you need a holidayFind a far-off wonderlandWhere you might regain command of your life todayTake a holiday, you need a holidayGrab a pack and hit the trailTake a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay
You need a holiday, take a holidayFind a place to find yourselfTake your life down off that shelfWuit acting so blaseTake a holiday, you need a holidayGrab a pack and hit the trailTake a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay
COME MONDAYJimmy Buffett
Headin' up to San Franciscofor the Labor Day weekend show,I've got my hush-puppies on,I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll.And honey I didn't know that I'd be missin' you so.
ChorusCome Monday It'll be all right,Come Monday I'll be holding you tight.I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. hazeand I just want you back by my side.
Yes it's been quite a summer,rent-a-cars and west bound trains.And now you're off on vacation,somethin' you tried to explain.And darlin' I love you so that'sthe reason I just let you go.
ChorusI can't help it honey,you're that much a part of me now.Remember the night in Montana whenwe said there'd be no room for doubt.
I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry,I know that it's pretty up there.We can go hikin on Tuesday,with you I'd walk anywhere.California has worn me quite thin,I just can't wait to see you again.
FRUITCAKESJimmy Buffett, Amy Lee
Fruitcakes in the kitchenFruitcakes on the streetStruttin' naked through the cross walkIn the middle of the weekHalf baked cookies in the ovenHalf baked people on the busThere's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
Paradise - Lost and foundParadise - take a look around
I was out in CaliforniaWhere I hear they have it allThey got riots, fires and mud slidesThey got sushi in the mallWater bars and BrontosaursChinese modern lustShake and bake life with the quakeThe secret's in the crust
ChorusWe lost our Martian rocket shipThe high paid spokesman saidLooks like that silly rocket shipHas lost it's cone-shaped head
We spent ninety jillion dollarsTryin' to get a look at MarsI hear universal laughterRinging out among the stars
Fruitcakes in the galaxyFruitcakes on the EarthStrut naked towards eternityWe've been that way since birth
Half baked cookies in the ovenHalf baked people on the busThere's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
Religion, religion.Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpaMea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Where's the church, who took the steepleReligion's in the hands of some crazy ass peopleTelevision preachers with bad hair and dimplesThe God's honest truth is it's not that simple
It's the Buddhist in you, it's the pagan in meIt's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?It's that born again look, it's the wasp and the JewTell me what's goin on, I ain't got a clue
Here come the big ones - Relationships -We all got 'em, we all want 'em. What do we do with 'em?
She said you've got to do your fair shareNow cough up half the rentI treat my body like a templeYou treat yours like a tent
But the right word at the right timeMay get me a little hugThat's the difference between lighteningAnd a harmless lightening bug
ChorusThe future - Captain's log - Star date 2000 and somethin'We're seven years from the millenniumThat's a science fiction factStanley Kubrick and his buddy HalNow don't look that abstract
So I'll put on my Bob Marley tapeAnd practice what I preachGet Ja lost in the reggae monAs I walk along the beach
Stay in touch with my insanityReally is the only wayIt's a jungle out there kiddiesHave a very fruitful day
WE ARE THE PEOPLE OUR PARENTS WARNED US ABOUT Jimmy Buffett
I was supposed to have been a Jesuit priest or a Naval Academy gradThat was the way that my parents perceived meThose were the plans that they hadThough I couldn't fit the part too dumb or too smartAin't it funny how we all turned outI guess we are the people our parents warned us about
You know I could have worked the rigs when the money was big Or hopped a freighter south to TrinidadAnd when they tried to draft me I earned a college degreeBuyin' time till things were not so badBut when I got a guitar found a job in a bar, playin' acid rock til I was numbTell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come.
Chorus:We are the people they couldn't figure outWe are the people our parents warned us about
Hey hey, Gardner McKay, take us on the leaky Tiki with youClear skies bound for Shanghai, sailin' on the ocean blue
Now I got quarters in my loafers tryin' to fight inflationWhen it only used to take a centSometimes I wish I was back in my crash pad days before I knew what cash flow meantSeems everybody's joggin' or heavy into health shitDon't tell me that I ought to get rolfed'Cause I love cajun martinis and playin' afternoon golf
ChorusWe are the people there isn't any doubtWe are the people they still can't figure outWe are the people who love to sing "Twist and Shout"(Shake it up, Baby now)We are the people our parents warned us about.
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISEJimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.Made it nearly seventy days,Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreamsSome kind of sensuous treat.Not zucchini, fettuccini, or bulger wheat, But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger is paradise.Heaven on earth with an onion slice.Not too particular, not too precise.I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato, Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steerFor my cheeseburger in paradise.
Verse 2:Heard about the old time sailor men,They eat the same thing again and again;Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.When I'm in port I get what I need;Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,But that American creation on which I feed!
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with mustard'd be niceNot too particular, not too preciseI'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomatoHeinz 57 and French fried potatoesBig kosher pickle and a cold draught beerWell, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradiseMakin' the best of every virtue and vice.Worth every damn bit of sacrificeTo get a cheeseburger in paradise;To be a cheeseburger in paradise.I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
JOLLY MONJimmy Buffett, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
There is a tale that the island people tellDon't care if it is true 'cause I love it so well.Jolly Mon sang for his supper every nightThe people fed him well 'cause he treated them so right
Of Jolly Mon singOh make Orion ring
And they wanted him to sing on the islands near and farHe always found his way by Orion the lucky starHe'd tell them of their joys, he'd tell them of their woesThey'd love to see him come and hate to see him go
Oh Jolly Mon singOh make the music ring
He was making his way home on a dark and stormy nightWhen he heard a cry for help, he saw a flashing lightWhen he reached the other boat and offered him a handThey said, "Give us all your cargo." as they tooka pirate stand
Oh Jolly Mon singOh give them everything
"Jolly Mon we know you - Sing your last song very well"They tossed him in the ocean cause their hearts weremade in hellCame along a dolphin, he said,"Jolly Mon Hello""I've always loved your singing - climb on boardand don't let go."
Oh Jolly Mon singOh make the oceans ring
The night was filled with magic as they bid the sea goodbyeThey swam into the heavens - they stayed up in the skyAnd all the island people when they wish upon a starSee the dolphin and the Jolly Mon who tell them wherethey are
Oh Jolly Mon singOh make the heavens ringOh Jolly Mon singOh make the magic ring
PASCAGOULA RUNJimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver
Billy pulled in in a JaguarRed convertible sixty-fiveHeaded home to Mississippi, he'd beenaround the worldHe was that black sheep uncle of mineHis ship had come in, he was lookin' to sinHe was singing his own songWhen he yelled from the drive, my heart came alive"Jimmy boy come along"
ChorusIt's time to see the worldIt's time to kiss a girlIt's time to cross the wild meridianGrab your bag and take a chanceTime to learn a cajun danceKid your gonna see the mornin' sunOn the Pascagoula run
Friday night at the Stateline BarWhere the waterfront people dwellBetter watch my step if the floor caves inI'll go right straight to hellThere were pinball machines and cajun queensMen with knives and scarsBilly moved 'cross the floor throughthe real hard coreAnd said "Here's where it gets bizarre"
Repeat ChorusWhat do the ladies say what do the ladies sayWhat do the ladies say, what do the ladies sayWhat do the ladies say what do the ladies sayWhat do the ladies say what do the ladies sayWhat do the ladies say what do the ladies say
Bring that young man over hereWe gonna buy that boy a beerAnd that ain't all we want to doAnd bring your crazy uncle too
TIN CUP CHALICEJimmy Buffett
I want to go back to the island,Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'.Give me oysters and beer for dinner ev'ry day of the year,And I'll feel fine, I'll feel fine.
Chorus:'Cause I want to be there,I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there.With a tin cup for a chaliceFill it up with good red wine,And I'm-a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine.
Yeah, now the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water;Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze.Salt air it ain't thin,It can stick right to your skin,And make you feel fine.It makes you feel fine.
Repeat Chorus.
Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal;Get that Packard up and let's move.I want to be there before the dayTries to steal away and leave us behind;I've made up my mind;
PENCIL-THIN MUSTACHEJimmy Buffett
Now they make new movies in old black and white,With happy endings, where nobody fights,So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage,Honey, jump right up and show your age.
I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,and an autographed piture of Andy Divine.
Oh, I remember bein' buck toothed and skinnyWritin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny.Oh, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,then I could solve some mysteries too.Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin up fast,Drinkin' on a fake I.D.And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana,But only jazz musicians were smokin marajuana.Yeah, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,then I could solve some mysteries too.
But then it's flat-top, dirty bop, copin' a feel'grubbin on the living room floor;They send you off to college to try to gaina little knowledge,But all you want to do is learn how to score.Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear,I don't go to church, and I don't cut my hair;But I can goto movies and see it all there,Just the way that it use to be.
That's why I wish I had a pencil-thin mustachethe "Boston Blackie" kind, or a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,And an autographed picture of Andy Divine.
Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be,Maybe suave Eerol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby.If I only had a pencil-thin mustache,then I could do some crusing too.
Yeah, Brylcream, a little dab'll do yah,Oh, I could do some cruising too.
GRAPEFRUIT - JUICY FRUIT Jimmy Buffett
GrapefruitBathing suitChew a little Juicy FruitWash away the night
Drive-inGuzzle ginCommit a little mortal sinIt's good for the soul.
(Bridge)And oh, it gets so damn lonelyWhen you're on the plane all aloneAnd if I had the money, HoneyI'd strap you in beside meAnd never ever leave you Leave you at home all alone and crying.
Ten speedNo needMy pick-up gets me where I pleaseShuggin' sown the street.But I'll be leavin'In a little whileSo close your eyes and I'llBe back real soon
COCONUT TELEGRAPHJimmy Buffett
Tuesday on the islandNot much goin' onThe parties are all overThey ended just past dawnBut the jungle drums are beatingWith the tales from late last nightCause the stories bear repeatingFor everyone's delight
ChorusYou can hear it on the coconut telegraphCan't keep nothin' under their hatYou can hear 'em on the coconut telegraphSayin' who did dis and datDis and dat dis and dat
Now I'm not one to deal in gossipBut was he that big of fool?To do a belly buster high diveAnd miss the entire pool?Now what's the word on sweet Melissa?And the kid nobody knewDid Ricardo ever find her?I swear it's just between me and you
ChorusYou can hear it on the coconut telegraphBy now everybody knowsYou can hear it on the coconut telegraphJust who comes and goesComes and goes comes and goes
It's humpday on the islandAnd the lines have all gone deadAll the juicy news is historyI guess everything's been saidBut when the eagle flies on FridayAnd the boys break out the rumThen the joint begins to jumpin'And you'll hear those hot lines hum
ChorusPut it on the coconut telegraphAll the celebration and the stressPut it on the coconut telegraphIn twenty-five words or less
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDESJimmy Buffett
I took off for a weekend last monthJust to try and recall the whole year.All of the faces and all of the places,wonderin' where they all disappeared.I didn't ponder the question too long;I was hungry and went out for a bite.Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes,changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.With all of our running and all of our cunning,If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;Nothing remains quite the same.Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airportReminds me of the places I've been.Visions of good times that broughtso much pleasuremakes me want to go back again.If it suddenly ended tomorrow,I could somehow adjust to the fall.Good times and riches and son of a bitches,I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;I wish I could jump on a plane.And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.God, I wish I was sailin' again.Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,So I can't look back for too long.There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,and I know that I just can't go wrongwith these...(to chorus)
LAST MANGO IN PARISJimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
I went down to Captain Tony's to get out of the heatWhen I heard a voice call out to me, "Son, come have a seat"I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyesOur lives change like the weather but a legend never dies
He said, "I ate the last mango in ParisTook the last plane out of SaigonTook the first fast boat to ChinaAnd "Jimmy, there's still so much to be done."
I had a third world girl in BuziosWith a pistol on each handShe always kept me coveredAs we moved from land to landI had a damn good run on wall streetWith my high fashion model wifeTil I woke up dry beneath the African skyJust me and my Swiss Army knife
I ate the last mango in ParisTook the last plane out of SaigonTook the first fast boat to ChinaAnd Jimmy there's still so much to be done
We shot the breeze for hoursAs the sun fell from the skiesAnd like the sun hw disappeared before my very eyesIt was somewhere past dark-thirtyWhen I went back to the headI read upon the dingy wallThe words the old man said
I ate the last mango in Paris.......so much to be done.Why don't we wander and follow la vie dansante.
FINSJimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran
She came down from Cincinnati.It took her three days on the train.Lookin' for some peace and quiet;hoped to see the sun again.But now she lives down by the ocean.She's takin' care to look for sharks.They hang out in the local bars,And they feed right after dark.
ChorusCan't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?You got fins to the left, fins to the right,and you're the only bait in town.You got fins to the left, fins to the right,and you're the only girl in town.
She's savin' up all of her money.Wants to head south in May;Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,Somewhere down Montserrat way.But the money's good in the season;Helps to lighten her load.Boys keep her high as the months go by.She's gettin' postcards from the road.
ChorusSailed off to Antigua.It took her three days on a boat.Lookin' for some peace and quiet;Maybe keep her dreams afloat.But now she feels like a remora,'cause the school's still close at hand.Just behind the reef are the big white teethof the sharks that can swim on the land.
WHY DON'T WE GET DRUNKJimmy Buffett
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' hereYour voice sounds so wonderfulBut your face don't look too clearSo, Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brewHoney, why don't we get drunk and screw.
(Chorus)Why don't we get drunk and screwI just bought a waterbed filled up for me and youThey say you are a snuff queen, Honey, I don't think that's trueSo, why don't we get drunk and screw.
BROWN EYED GIRLVan Morrison
Hey, where did we go?Days when the rains cameDown in a hollowPlayin' a new game
Laughin' and a runnin'Skippin' and a jumpin'In the misty mornin' fogWith our hearts a thumpin'It was you, my brown eyed girlYou, my brown eyed girl
Now what ever happenedTuesday is oh so slowGoin' down the old mine With a transistor radio
Standin' in a sunlit laneHidin' 'hind a rainbow's wallSlippin' and a slidin'All along the waterfall It was you, my brown eyed girlYou, my brown eyed girl
Do you remember whenWe used to singSha la la la la la la la la la la ti daSha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
So hard to find my wayNow that I'm on my ownThought about it just the other dayMy, where's the time all gone
Can't remember back then LordSometimes I'm overcome thinkin' 'boutMakin' love in the green grass Behind the stadium With you, my brown eyed girlDo you remember whenWe used to singSha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOURJimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb
IA ORA TE NATURA E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI IA ORA TE NATURAE MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Nature lives (life to nature)Have pity for the Earth(Love the Earth)
I know I don't get there often enoughBut God knows I surely tryIt's a magic kind of medicineThat no doctor could prescribeI used to rule my world from a pay phoneAnd ships out on the seaBut now times are roughAnd I got too much stuffCan't explain the likes of me
ChorusBut there's this one particular harbourSo far but yet so nearWhere I see the days as they fade awayAnd finally disappear
But now I think about the good timesDown in the Caribbean sunshineIn my younger days I was so badLaughin' about all the fun we hadI've seen enough to feel the world spinMixin' different oceans meetin' cousinsListen to the drummers and the night soundsListen to the singers make the world go 'round
IA ORA TE NATURAE MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEIIA ORA TE NATURAE MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
Lakes below the mountainsFlow into the seaLike oils applied to canvasThey permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbourSheltered from the windWhere the children play on the shore each dayAnd all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbourSo far but yet so nearI can see the day when my hair's full grayAnd I finally disappear
IA ORA TE NATURAE MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEIIA ORA TE NATURAE MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUARE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE
Bounty of the land is exhaustedBut there's still abundance on the sea
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