Promenade dans un bois la vielle Louisiane
Les ombres lougnes nos pas silents
l'air de la Louisiane
Toi et moi ne parlant pas
en sucant d'la canne
Pour un instant je suis content en
l'air de la Louisiane
Pour un instant je suis content en
l'air de la Louisiane
English Lyric
A walk in the woods of old Louisiana
the shadows are long
Our steps are silent in the Louisiana air
You and I say nothing as we suck sugar cane
For one minute I'm happy in the Louisiana air
Rancho Deluxe Main Title
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
A rustler's daydream, thoughts of jail
Dustclouds rising, tearing down the trails
Got our plans made, to make a few bucks
Buy a spread called Rancho Deluxe
No we're not outlaws, or common thieves
Just a few aces, with cards up our sleeves
We've gotta gamble, gotta take a chance
Want to see the whole show, and not just one dance
Yeah we got to try and find a way
We're gonna laugh, we're gonna drink, we're gonna play
Just bouncin' around the mountains day to day
Oh crazy mountain, they named you well
White men and red men, stories we heard tell
Rancho Deluxe Instrumental By: Jimmy Buffett 1975 Instrumental
Rancho Deluxe Main Title
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
A rustler's daydream, thoughts of jail
Dustclouds rising, tearing down the trails
Got our plans made, to make a few bucks
Buy a spread called Rancho Deluxe
No we're not outlaws, or common thieves
Just a few aces, with cards up our sleeves
We've gotta gamble, gotta take a chance
Want to see the whole show, and not just one dance
Yeah we got to try and find a way
We're gonna laugh, we're gonna drink, we're gonna play
Just bouncin' around the mountains day to day
Oh crazy mountain, they named you well
White men and red men, stories we heard tell
Wonder Why You Ever Go Home
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
Years grow shorter not longer
The more you've been on your own
Feeling's for moving grow stronger
So you wonder why you ever go home
Wonder why you ever go home
Wonder why you ever go home
You call it joggin' , I call it runnin' around
You say you're losing weight but you ain't lost a pound.
While you're out joggin' with your other friends,
I'm home feeding the kids again.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around,
It's the best release you say you've ever found.
Your friends all smile and agree
Yeah, you were runnin' around on me.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.
Somebody said they saw you down at the corner
Getting out of some strangers car.
You come home after runnin' for hours
Ain't even breathing hard.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.
The soles of your runnin' shoes they ain't wearing down.
While you're out runnin' up and down the streets
I'm tryin' to get the kids to sleep.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.
You've been out since five p.m.
It's now thirty minutes past ten.
You blow in all out of breath,
Honey, you've been drinking gin again?
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.
Draggin' that silly old towel all over town.
You come home grinning with your hair all wet,
Smelling like shampoo instead of sweat.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around
Oh yeah,
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.
Years grow shorter, not longer,
the more you've been on your own.
Feelin's for movin' grow stronger'
so you wonder why you ever go home,
wonder why you ever go home.
People are movin' so quickly.
Humor's in need of repair.
Same occupations and same obligations,
they've really got nothing to share,
like drivin' around with no spare.
River gets deeper not shallow,
the further you move down the stream.
Wonderin' if I can keep her as I
race to keep up with my dreams.
How they shine and glitter and gleam.
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But yer face don't look too clear
So bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew
Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw
Chorus:
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed, it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw
-- Spoken: "Pick it Coral Reefers, here we go..."
(swing instrumental)
Chorus:
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a waterbed it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So why don't we get drunk and screw
Yeah, now baby I say, (Lord!)
Why don't we get drunk and screw
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
[Chorus:]
When Salome plays the drum
The crowd goes deaf and dumb
Swept up by dark sensations
Partially the heat
More so it's the beat
She moves in syncopation
Gazelle on the run
Skirts slit past her thigh
The boys let out a sigh
The beat begins to quicken
Crowd ascends the stairs
Climbin' on the chairs
The plot begins to thicken
Phasers on stun
[Chorus]
Take them to the carnival
Let them hear the conga
Tonight the tempo feels so right
Tomorrow may be wrong
[Instrumental]
Gendarme close her down
Make her leave the town
She caught the flight to Rio
With nothin' to say
Wavin' from the plane
Pours pink champagne
She toasts her loyal trio
It was a lucrative stay
Oh won't you take them to the carnival
Let them hear the conga
Tonight the tempo feels right
Tomorrow may be wrong
Oh won't your take them to the carnival
Let them play for hours
Tonight the weather feels so right
Tomorrow may be showers
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But yer face don't look too clear
So bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew
Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw
Chorus:
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed, it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snow queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw
-- Spoken: "Pick it Coral Reefers, here we go..."
(swing instrumental)
Chorus:
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So why don't we get drunk and screw
Yeah, now baby I say, (Lord!)
Every night the stars come out to light another town
Just because I'm lonely doesn't mean that gets me down
I cruise the local drive-in watching lovers holding hands
Like movie stills of Coupe de Villes and Japanese sedans
[Chorus:]
Where's the party?
Where's the party?
Everybody I know say they expect me to go to the party
Sometimes I wish the radio would learn another song
I'd stay at home and watch TV if there was something on
But why should I get all dressed up when there's no place
to go
Still everybody looks at me as if they think I know
[Chorus]
Everybody I see say they expect to see me at the party
I could stay here all night long
Wait for her to call
Or I could put my walkman on
And never care at all
Still every night the stars come out to light
another town
Just because I'm lonely doesn't mean that gets me down
[Chorus]
Everybody I know say they expect her to show at the party
Can't believe I'm still here
With the morning so near
And last night so unclear
I see a trembling hand
And a cold wedding band
Wonder where do I stand?
When the wild life betrays me
And I'm too far from home
Will you be there to save me?
Will you shelter my heart til I'm strong?
Or will you just hang up the phone?
Will my crazy old lies
And my worn out disguise
Turn to tears in your eyes
What a fool I have been
There's no way I can win
Unless you take me back in
When the wild life betrays me
And I'm too far from home
Will you be there to save me?
Will you shelter my heart til I'm strong?
Or will you just hang up the phone?
Standin' on side of the highway 4 exit
A lady in tie die, a bag by her side
Not really lookin' like anything special
Saw Tennessee tags and she waved for a ride
Sat right beside me as the meter hit sixty
Explainin' her travels and her family background
When she got thru I could not help but thinkin'
She's a long way from a West Nashville grand ballroom gown
Her father had money and her mother had love
Channeled entirely to her dear sister Dove
Twenty-two years in societies plan
Canceled at the swing of her dear mothers hand
Six hours later we hit Cincinnati
Yawning she woke and asked where we were
When she found out she said 'I must be going'
This close to Nashville was too close for her
So I stopped by the roadside and I gave her five dollars
She took it then kissed me and gave me a note
She told me just to read it then mail it in Nashville
On old loose leaf paper to her mother she wrote
She said Momma I'm fine if you happen to wonder
I don't have much money but I still get around
I haven't made church in near thirty-six Sundays
So fuck all those West Nashville grand ballroom gowns
Yea, she's a long way from the West Nashville grand
ballroom gowns
Volcano
By: Jimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes, Harry Dailey
1979
Chorus:
Now I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Chorus:
Let me say now I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Ground she's movin' under me
Tidal waves out on the sea
Sulphur smoke up in the sky
Pretty soon we learn to fly
Chorus:
Let me hear ya now I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Now my girl quickly say to me
Mon you better watch your feet
Lava come down soft and hot
You better lava me now or lava me not
Chorus:
Let me say now I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
-- Spoken: ";Mr Utley...";
No time to count what I'm worth
'Cause I just left the planet earth
Where I go I hope there's rum
Not to worry mon soon come
Chorus:
Now I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Chorus:
One more now I don't know (ah he don't know)
I don't know (he don't know, mon)
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
But I don't want to land in New York City
Don't want to land in Mexico (no no no)
Don't want to land on no Three Mile Island
Don't want to see my skin aglow (no no no)
Don't want to land in Commanche Sky park
Or in Nashville, Tennessee (no no no)
Don't want to land in no San Juan airport
Or the Yukon Territory (no no no)
Don't want to land no San Diego
Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay (no no no)
Don't want to land on no Ayotollah
I got nothing more to say
Chorus:
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Chorus:
Just a one more, I don't know (he don't know)
I don't know (I don't know, man)
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
The Wrangler By: Jimmy Buffett 1975 Instumental
We come from a long line of lenders
Who get rich just exploiting you spenders
But now we just manage our blenders
Up, up, up on the hill
It helps to be charming and funny
Have cute names like Binky and Bunny
But the main thing's still oodles of money
Up, up, up on the hill
Up on the hill we are the big cheeses
Up on the hill we own the cool breezes
Top of the heap Is where we know we belong
Up on the hill above the confusion
Up on the hill we live our illusions
Up, up, up on the hill
Marmalade mansions beneath cloudless skies
Breathtaking vistas that baffle your eyes
We're passing our days in a rare atmosphere
Sun, sea, and stars, and warm breezes all year
Our blood is decidedly blue-ish
We're leery of anything newish
And or course, darling, nobody's Jewish
Up, up, up on the hill
Up on the hill we are the big cheeses
Up on the hill we own the cool breezes
The top of the heap Is where we know we belong
Up on the hill above the confusion
Up on the hill we live our illusions
Up, up, up on the hill
Up, up, up on the hill
Way up, up, up on the hill
I never got a grip in penmanship
Could never make those small l's flow
Seldom found the trick to arithmetic
Three plus two be faux pas
But ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the South Seas
I never had the clout to knock one out
But hitting was the name of my game
Standing on third as the coaches conferred
So close to my first claim to fame
Just give me the steal sign
And I'll make home plate mine
And I just might turn some heads
Sometimes I may get a little drastic
Sometimes I just let my feelings show
Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic
Most times that's the way the story goes
Now I know this Joe down in Mexico
He went there to work on his tan
For years he's been plugged into blenders and songs
They call him the Twelve Volt Man
He don't need no charge card
Just give him a die-hard
And he'll make sparks fly round your head
Or just ask for some palm trees
Or tales fromthe South Seas
And I'll make sparks fly round your head
Round your head
In your head
In your head
By: Jimmy Buffett, Jane Slagsvol
1975
It was late in the evenin', just a few of us pickin'
But the lady she played so easy and fine
And the chords that she strummed were so tastefully clever
They planted this song in my mind
Chorus:
'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
The way that they feel, the way that they ring
Just to see slender fingers, movin' so quickly
Made this boy want to sing
And when I get older and I have a daughter
I'll teach her to sing and play her my songs
And I'll tell her some stories I can barely remember
And hope that she will sing along
And maybe one day she'll take a fancy to pickin'
'Cause when that bug bites you, you live with the sting
And if she could just strum a few simple measures
She could make some young man sing
'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
Way that they feel, the way that they ring
And that evenin' in a pasture somewhere near Austin
That mandolin made me sing
Her mandolin made me sing
As large as life she stood there
Kissed my cheek and called my old nickname
And though several years had passed
Both of us still looked quite the same
I said hi relaxed a bit
Then asked her how she'd been all these years
She told me she was feeling fine
And came to see a friend who lived up here
She told me she had finished school
And then went on to college for a year
I asked if she had married
Slowly down her cheek there came a tear
She said just an itchy eye
It must be the weather way up here
I told her I can't stand the cold
It freezes me and I can't feel my ears
We talked a bit about Mobile
And thought about how it has never changed
I told her I was a comin' home
To spend some time and hoped it wouldn't rain
She asked if she could see me then
And we could spend some time now and then
Because I lived so far away
Was still no chance why we could not be friends
I drove her to the waiting plane
Watched that big jet streaking through the sky
Thought about the sad young girl
And the time that I just saw her cry
That flame must still be burning bright
I think I'll catch a later flight today
It's time for me to go on home
And spend a day or two down by the bay
(feat. Nanci Griffith)
All the days we've been together
All the days we've been apart
Add up to a bunch of nothing
If I'm not still in your heart
I never want you to be
Just a page in my history
Someone I used to love
Your voice breathed in my ear
Or on the telephone
All the tender things we've whispered
To keep from feeling alone
May they never come to be
Just cold gems set in memory
Of someone I used to love
This current flows between us
That will not be denied
You draw me in towards you
Like the moon pulls at the tide
May no shadow ever fall
That will make me have to call
You someone I used to love
By: Jimmy Buffett
1971
You go to Fargo
We'll meet in Chicago
Travelin' light and travelin' clean
In a nine wheel blue and white travelin' machine
And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone
Chorus:
No time to look back
We've crossed the last track
Travelin' free and travelin' wild
With my barefoot blue-eyed travelin' child
And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone
Run away queen
Travelin' clean
You tell your mother
That you love another
Runnin' with a free-born man
That asks more of you than your hand
And you're gone you're movin' on yes you're gone
Run away queen
Travelin' clean
You go to Fargo
We'll meet in Chicago
Travelin' light and travelin' clean
In my nine wheel blue and white travelin' machine
And I'm gone
Come away, runaway queen
On her way and travelin' clean
Come away, runaway queen
On her way and travelin' clean
Gulf coast nights an' flounder lights
I'm back on the Eastern shore
With my history of wrecks I think it's time to check
The crab trap of life once more
Need is a relative thing these days
It borders on desire
The high tech world is full of bright shiny things
We think that we really require
Sometimes more than others
You see who and what and where you are
I'm a one-man band with no immediate plans
Tonight I just need my guitar
Don't need to feel important or famous
No Limos or my little Nash car
One lucky man with my feet in the sand
You go to Fargo
We'll meet in Chicago
Travelin' light and travelin' clean
In a nine wheel blue and white travelin' machine
And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone
Chorus:
No time to look back
We've crossed the last track
Travelin' free and travelin' wild
With my barefoot blue-eyed travelin' child
And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone
Run away queen
Travelin' clean
You tell your mother
That you love another
Runnin' with a free-born man
That asks more of you than your hand
And you're gone you're movin' on yes you're gone
Run away queen
Travelin' clean
You go to Fargo
We'll meet in Chicago
Travelin' light and travelin' clean
In my nine wheel blue and white travelin' machine
And I'm gone
Come away, runaway queen
On her way and travelin' clean
Come away, runaway queen
On her way and travelin' clean
"Oh yes. Welcome, welcome all. In the middle of this parrothead madness this evening we thought it would be appropriate to take a few minutes of your time to reflect on a little spiritual, spiritual healing. Heal'em up sister. We have such a choir with us this evening. We can't wait to hear all of you sing with us. That's why we're here. We heard you all on a couple of songs already. The only thing is, it's not nice to beat Jimmy to the words of his own song."
"Yes, we white people been working on rhythm for a while but we've got a long way to go. So when we get to this next song we'd like for you to sing. I know that some of you may be a little hesitant here. The climate that's going around these days because some pea-brained people think that some of my songs are obscene and nasty. We know better don't we?
But I just feel sorry for the ones that don't. It's just that the times have moved so far ahead of 'em they're back in the pea-brained past."
"Time has moved so fast, I will give you a couple of examples. Today, a pair of tennis shoes costs more than a lot of your first automobiles did. I had a hundred dollar pick-up truck back in those days. I know. Can I get an AMEN for a hundred dollar pick-up truck?"
"Today there are two Madonnas. Our Lady of Fatima over here, and that woman from Michigan runnin' around Italy with Warren Beatty over here. Looks like Helen of Troy. Sue me baby sue me, yeah."
"And uh, we don't want you to think of this song in those terms because this song that we're about to get you to help us with is not a nasty, obscene song. It is a love song, from a slightly different point of view, that's all. And before we sing it we just want to bring you a little message of peace, prosperity, and hope in such a trouble world today. But Reverened Jim has a few things he thinks could work to solve our world problems and our world tensions."
"First of all, we send all the presidents of the savings and loans associations over to run the country of Iraq. That would solve two problems right there. And world peace, I've got an answer for world peace. We take the money that it'd cost us to build just one B-1 bomber, that one that doesn't work. We change it into five dollar bills. We put all of this money into bags and we fly over the Atlantic Ocean, past Europe because they're getting their shit togehter anyway. We drop this money on the Russian people. All those little tiny pictures of Abraham Lincoln come tumblin' down out of the sky. I want them to feel those sawbucks in their hands. You know how your money feels when you accidently leave it in your blue jeans and you take it out and it's all warm and soft, oooh! Well we let those Russian people hang on to that money for about a week and then we fly back over there. We fill our airplanes full of mail order catalogs from L.L. Bean. From up in Columbus, Sporty's Pilot Shop. And Victoria's Secret! The
Russian people have this money in their hand, the catalogs come down. They look at those pictures on the opening pages of the Victoria's Secret catalog, not back in the outdoors section, you know what I'm talking about right? They got the money, they got the catalogs, they're going to get the idea. They send all the money back to us to buy the stuff. We have full employment. There's world peace, and the Russians have crotch-less underwear through the twenty-first century! Thank you!"
"So I hope you have no hesitation about joining us in this song. As I said, it is just a love song, from a different point of view."
I see a white sail
skipping cross a blue bay
and I say Someday I Will
I see a young man
strumming on a green guitar
and I say Someday I Will
I don't have a plan
It's not that kind of thing
I'm not Martin Luther King
I don't have a dream
It's just sometimes I know
That's the way I'm supposed to go
I see a flying boat
and I get a lump in my throat
and I say Someday I Will
Someday
So whatever thrills you
Anything you love to do
Just say someday I will
Don't need to know who
May help you make it come true
Just say someday I will
Don't have to work it all out
Don't have to tear it all apart
All you need's a place to start
And if it never worked before
Try it just once more
That's what your heart if for
Whether it's big or small
If you have a passion at all
Just say, someday I will
Someday
Someday I will
Someday
Some Gothic Ranch Action By: Jimmy Buffett 1975 Instrumental
Every day held a new surprise
I watched the hunger burning in my sister's eyes
The paste-board shack we called a home
Would haunt me in my dreams
'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
There's nothing soft about hard times
We never knew anything groovy
A dime meant bread and not a movie
The muscles that controlled my smile were rarely ever used
'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
There's nothing soft about hard times
Chorus:
I had to go 'cause I could see
I wasn't meant for poverty
The family ties were broken soon
I went off to find the moon
So I sit on a bench in Jackson Square
I drink my wine and I breathe the midnight air
Tomorrow I'll just hit the street and bum another dime
'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
There's nothing soft about hard times
Chorus:
I had to go 'cause I could see
I wasn't meant for poverty
The family ties were broken soon
I went off to find the moon
So I sit on a bench in Jackson Square
I drink my wine and I breathe the midnight air
Tomorrow I'll just hit the street and bum another dime
'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
There's nothing soft about hard times
There's nothing soft about
No, no, no, no hard times
There's nothing soft about hard times
No, no, no, no those hard times
There's nothing soft about hard times
I'm going to tell you about the hard times
There's nothing soft about hard times
No, no, no, no hard times
This song is for Billy Clyde Tuggel. I hope you make it to Tahiti one day.
-- Spoken:
"Play Ball!! (one, two, three, four)"
"Where's my per diem? (Ladies and gentlemen, the Carl Reiner Band)"
"Hey Bobby, where's the keys to the rent-a-car?"
"Jimmy, Jimmy, can I open the show in Atlanta please?"
"Warning! Don't ever start a band!"
He worked hard all year, just wanted a few weeks alone
But his old lady's into modelin', she can't get away from a phone
Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says, "Down there there is nothing to do"
Her goddamn phone never stops ringin'
He'll try the service in a day maybe two
Well he's on his third drink before the wheels of the plane leave the ground
Makin' points with the stewardess high over Long Island Sound
She's also spending some time on the island
Too much city madness gives her the blues
They make a date to go dancin' and dinin'
It seems neither has that much to lose
Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
My thoughts aren't too clear but don't run away
My girlfriend's a bore, my job is too dutiful
Hell nobody's perfect would you like to play?
I feel together today
Well now that's just the start of a well-deserved overdue binge
Meanwhile back in the city certain people are starting to cringe
His lawyers are calling his parents
His girlfriend doesn't know what to think
His partners are studying their options
He's just singin' and orderin' drinks
Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear life's so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitiful
No place like home when you're this far away
I don't care what they say (I don't care)
He's goin' back to New York pack it up and let everyone know
It was something that he should have done such a long time ago
Still time to start a new life in the palm trees
Ah, Billy Clyde wasn't insane
And if it doesn't work out there'll never be any doubt
That the pleasure was worth all the pain
Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear life's so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitiful
No place like home when you're this far away
Time for to play
I need time for to play
Time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I've given my life for songs that I sing
As a matter of fact, I've given everything
But time has come to not make a sound
Time has come to lay my burden down
Ohhh wo, ohhh wo
It's come from behind, and now is the time
for the last line.
I've managed to keep some friends on my side
And lived through the time of rumors and lies
But now is the time to rest my heart
Let some other innocent fool take my part
Ohh wo, ohh wo
It's come from behind, and now is the time
for the last line.
I was raised by a maid who came from Martinique
She wore geckos around her neck and bracelets on her feet
A superstitious woman from the land of sugar cane
She'd sing the sun to bed and dance out in the rain
Dance out, dance out, dance out in the rain
She'd excite us with a legend that the Africans told
About a red iguanna who turned lava into gold
We'd mount an expedition headin' up into the bay
Superstitious children playing pirate for the day
Off to see the lizard, off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Being rich and famous seems to have its ups and downs
But that's the price you pay for being troubadours and clowns
Godzilla's halitosis it be vaporizing cars
Elvis up in Michigan or maybe out on Mars
Dance out, dance out, dance out to the stars
But livin' in the briar patch ain't what it appears
Sooner or later you've got to face your fears
I heard it from the parrot verbalizing in the tree
I heard in the songline of the Aborigine
Off to see the lizard, off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Does it work for me? Yeah, yeah
Will it work for you? Yeah, yeah
If you believe it will, yeah, yeah
It will come true, yeah, yeah
I got problems with my brain underneath my curls
Problems with Loraine all the other girls
Love a wealthy woman and the pretty plane she flys
If you think this sounds confusing you should see it through my eyes
Dancin', dancin', dancin' through my eyes
I'm turnin' off the waterfall the tourists can go home
I feel it time to travel take time to write a poem
Time to seek some therapy I'm going walkabout
Answers are the easy part, questions raise the doubt
Off to see the lizard, off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
1971
The tour bus passed here yesterday
Exciting all the fools who pay
To see the naked lady in our yard
The hang out gang is back in town
Rumor has it going 'round they brought back
Four new groupies and a St. Bernard
We're peaceful and abiding cats some call Gypsies
Some call brats but bare feet don't tear streets up like their bus
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
The fast approachin' local heat was poundin' out the southwest beat
When they came upon Koochie in our yard
She smiled sir I meant no harm just a little suntan on my arm
They wound up takin' in our St. Bernard
It didn't have a tag y'all
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
Now you hang with me and I'll hang with you and we'll hang out
'Til we both turn blue mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
All we was doin' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
-- Spoken (Dialogue)
"Yeah, they moved up there about a month ago. Fixed up that little cabin on the ridge. They really them long hairs? Well, Homer seen 'em. Homer seen how long it was. Still reckon I seen it. They a bunch of weirdos. One of them had a little instrument looked like a mandolin. Why Lord, they might freeze to death up there this winter. Well. Homer, turn that radio down."
By Jimmy Buffett, 1997
The Gull Reef Club's former handyman, Hippolyte Lamartine, could fix everything and keep the place running no matter what. Sheila knows Hippolyte, and she gets him to come back and take over. Hippolyte is solving all problems and things are looking up, so Norman sings this jolly song about his wonderful handyman. Then it turns out that Hippolyte is a homicidal maniac, which creates difficulties.
Ensemble
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Handiest Frenchman in the Caribbean
Got the Gull Reef Club sparkling and clean
Bravo bon travou Mr. Martine
Who patch the hole in the cistern wall
Hippolyte
Who solved my problems one and all
Hippolyte
A genie in a bottle twenty feet tall
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
How come mine host is sitting pretty
A cistern full of water and shekels in the kitty
A million miles away from nasty New York City
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Get back to work
Or he'll chop you like sardines
Merci Hippolyte
Lamartine
Ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
As a child on the farm
I was warned of the wiles of the city
Of that demon disguise
There's the dirt in the skies of the city
Well they say the proximity warps their minds
'Til they're shooting one another just pass the time
And we live it appears
Both in spite and in fear of the city
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh
I was constantly told
How our lives were controlled by the city
How they keep us in debt
With the trends that they set it's a pity
Now the beautiful people in the magazines
Got the normal ones living beyond their means
And the things that they said
Made me go in my head to the city
Oooohhh
Ahhhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
When I finally came
There's some things still the same in the city
You still lie under the thumb
Of the rich and the young and the pretty
Well they weren't much different than we might act
If there was that many others stacked and closely packed
It's an ancient idea
But it struck me so clear in the city
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh
Ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
"I'd like to do a song that was written about a good friend of mine down in Key West, Florida, where I spend a little bit of time. This particular friend of mine ran a bar in Key West for a long time before we got fed up with all the other alternatives to politicians and elected our favorite bartender mayor. Our mayor's name is Captain Tony Tarascino, has a little place called Captain Tony's Saloon where we wrote a little song called Last Mango in Paris, not to be confused with that movie by a similar title."
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
I never used to miss the chance
To climb upon his knee
Listen to the many tales
Of life upon the sea
We'd go sailin' back on barkentines
An' talk of things he did
Tomorrow just a day away
For the captain and the kid
His world had gone from sailin' ships
To rakin' mom's backyard
He never could adjust to land
Although he tried so hard
We both were growin' older then
Wiser with our years
That's when I came to understand
The course his heart still steered
He died about a month ago
While winter filled the air
And though I cried I was so proud
To love a man so rare
He's somewhere on the ocean now
A place he outta be
With one hand on the starboard rail
He's wavin' back at me
I never used to miss the chance
To climb upon his knee
Listen to his many tales
Of life upon the sea
We'd go sailin' back on barkentines
Talk of things he did
The world was just a day away
For the captain and the kid
For the captain
And this kid
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
I never used to miss the chance
To climb upon his knee
Listen to the many tales
Of life upon the sea
We'd go sailin' back on barkentines
An' talk of things he did
Tomorrow just a day away
For the captain and the kid
His world had gone from sailin' ships
To rakin' mom's backyard
He never could adjust to land
Although he tried so hard
We both were growin' older then
Wiser with our years
That's when I came to understand
The course his heart still steered
He died about a month ago
While winter filled the air
And though I cried I was so proud
To love a man so rare
He's somewhere on the ocean now
A place he outta be
With one hand on the starboard rail
He's wavin' back at me
I never used to miss the chance
To climb upon his knee
Listen to his many tales
Of life upon the sea
We'd go sailin' back on barkentines
Talk of things he did
The world was just a day away
For the captain and the kid
For the captain
And this kid
Sheila
You got to get rid of Dat fat person man
Send him to French Guiana China or Japan
Get him off of dis island
Ders no reconcilin' Da rumours have already spread
He don't leave dis island
He lose his head
I can't help it I just tell the truth
Norman
Now Sheila I can't do that
Try and understand
He's not just some drunk asshole
He's my money man
He's got banks in Nebraska
And mines in Alaska
His childish ways can be misread
Sheila
I'll say it one more time sir
He lose his head I can't help it,
I just tell the truth
Norman
Now Lester's really harmless
Sheila
But Hippolyte's a threat
Norman
Whole life here in Kinja
Rests on this Tilson fete
I can't have a beheading
Or any blood letting
Oh Sheila tell me what to do
Sheila
Stick to do dat fat person
Like you be glue
Norman
I will keep him on the beach at the barbeque
Lester
I can't help it
I just tell the truth
Don't break my heart again
Let it in
You don't love me
Don't make me start again
This achin' in my heart
Don't make me hope again
Knowin' when
You've grown tired of me
That you'll just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playin' the loser again
Don't give me hope
And take it away
'Cause I'll show my weakness
And beg you to stay
Don't give me somethin'
To build all around
And just for a thrill
You tear it all down
Don't make me dream again
It's a sin to make love to me
And then just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playin' the loser again
Don't give me hope
And take it away
'Cause I'll show my weakness
And beg you to stay
Don't give me somethin'
To build all around
And just for a thrill
You tear it all down
Don't make me hope again
Knowin' when
You've grown tired of me
That you'll just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playin' the loser again
Jason Mason hears the sound
The whistle blows in Congotown
And the mail boat's in mail boat's in
It brings him things from oh so far
Old magazines and Snickers Bars
A simple man a simple land
The world's too big to understand
Be good and you will be lonesome
Be lonesome and you will be free
Live a lie and you will live to regret it
That's what living is to me
That's what living is to me
On a timeless beach in Hispaniola
A young girl sips a diet cola
She's worlds apart worlds apart
The spirit of the black king still
Reverberates through Haitian hills
He rules the sea and all the fish
What if he had a TV dish
Now in the far off regions
the foreign legion
Keeps the thieves and the
predators at bay
While closer to home
some bad boys still roam
The streets aren't safe so give it
One more day, one more day
The stories from my favorite books
Still take on many different looks
And I'm gone again, home again
The time has come the walrus said
And little oysters hide their head
My twain of thought is loosely bound
I guess it's time to mark this down
I must look a mess I must admit
But I have been traveling quite a bit
South of the border where the law and order
Is kept by Federales who just grin
And tell you they just want to be your friend
They tell you they just want to be your friend
I left for Tampico last July
I jumped off that boat I almost died
There to greet us were pretty senioritas
I swore that I would not go home them
All those lovely ladies were my friends
All those sweet chiquitas they don't pretend
Como estas, Senorita?
That is all I really want to say
I was thrown out of the country yesterday
You see I was drinkin' doubles
Causin' lots of trouble
When the man looked in the window of the bar and he grinned
And said if you come back we just may not be your friend
I don't want to see you around here again
You come back next time we may not pretend
Hi Dee Ho Boys!
Open season on the open seas and
Captain says no prisoners please
Skull and crossbones on a background of black
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple plan of attack
It's our job and a labor of love
Take it home to the up above
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple statement of fact
Call it pillage or call it plunder
We're takin' it back from them boys down under
Hit us hard, took our treasure
That was the worst thing they could do
It will be our great pleasure
To take it back from that captain kangaroo
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of suds
It's a pirates fight we choose
No we don't want a bucket of blood
Just a cup is all we could use
Just a cup
The sails are up and the bets are down
Let's lighten up this harbor town
By hook or crook or new design
We're streakin' for that finish line
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple plan of attack
It's our job and a labor of love
Take it home to the up above
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple statement of fact
Call it pillage or call it plunder
We're takin' it back from them boys down under
We ask ourselves when we get in a fix
What would popeye do in a tight spot like this
He'd race for his true love and easily win it
In an old spinach can with a mast stuck in it
Lift us up, take us high
Time to let our spirits fly
Lift us up, take us high
Let us sail until we die
Lift us up, take us high
Let us float above the foam
Let our sails fill the sky
We are takin' our sweet treasure home
Take it back
We're takin' it back
Take it back!
Moonlight and Magnolias
Starlight in your hair
All the world, a dream-come-true
Did it really happen?
Was I really there?
Was I really there with you?
We lived our little drama,
We kissed and a feel a while
And stars fell on Alabama that night.
I can't forget the glamour
Your eyes held onto the light
and stars fell on Alabama last night.
I never planned in my imagination
A situation so heavenly
Our very land that no one else could enter
and in the center just you and me
Hear my heart beat like a hammer
My arms wrapped around you tight
And stars fell on Alabama last night.
I never planned in my imagination
A situation so heavenly
Our very land that no one else could enter
And in the center just you and me
Hear my heart beat like a hammer
My arms wrapped around you tight
A star fell on Alabama last night
((One more time boys))
Yes we lived our little drama
We kissed on the dune so what
And stars fell on Alabama last night.
I play the stereo loud
When I'm away from the maddening crowd
Smokin', jokin', clowns we all are
Sometimes I kinda get real ill
When I receive my monthly telephone bill
But you say it and I'll pay it
'Cause it helps me to
[Chorus:]
Survive stay alive
'Til I see you again
Survive stay alive
Can't say where it ends
Clouds lift and there are mountains below
Been a while since I've seen any snow
Chillin' so thrillin' so good to be back
Feels nice to be home for a while
Let's sip champagne til we break into smiles
We'll go dancin' romancin'
'Cause your the reason I
Survived stayed alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive stay alive
When will it all end
But my bags ain't unpacked
'Cause I've got to go back and play
But I know we'll both
Survive stay alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive stay alive
Until it all ends
Survive stay alive
When will it all end
Survive stay alive
Till I see you again
I've got your picture, you gave to me
And it's signed, "With love" just like it used to be
Only thing different, only thing new
I've got your picture, she's got you
I've got the records we used to share
And they still sound the same when you were here
Only thing different, only thing new
I've got your records, he's got you
I've got your memory or has it got me
Really don't know but I know it won't let me be
Won't let me be
I've got your memory or has it got me
Really don't know but I know it won't let me be
Won't let me be
I've got your class ring that proves you care
And it still looks the same as when you gave it, dear
Only thing different, only thing new
I've got your class ring, he's got you
Only thing different, only thing new
I've got your picture, who's got you
Who's got you, who's got you, who's got you, who's got you?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, who's got you?
He or she? Gender bender to me
Ramadan is over,
The new moon's shown her face,
I'm halfway round the planet,
In a most unlikely place.
Following my song line
Past bamboo shacks and shops
Behind a jitney packed like sardines,
With bananas piled on top.
I ran away from politics,
It's too bizarre at home.
Away I flew, tuned into Blue
'Maybe Amsterdam or Rome'
Awakened by a stewardess,
With Spain somewhere below.
On the threshold of adventure,
God I do love this job so.
So while I make my move
On the big board game
Up and down a Spanish highway,
Some things remain the same.
Girls meet boys
and the boys tease girls
I'm heading out this morning,
For the Far Side of the World.
Oh I believe in song lines
Obvious and not
I'd ridden them like camels
To some most peculiar spots.
They run across the oceans
Through mountains and saloons
And tonight out to the dessert
Where I sit atop this dune.
I was destined for this vantage point
Which is so far from the Sea
I've lived it in the pages of Saint-Exupery
From Paris to Tunisia
Casablanca to Dakar
I was riding long before I flew
Through the wind and sand and stars.
Caravan
Ride that hump
And Timbuktu's a jillion bumps
Sleeping bags and battle flags
Are coiled and furled
That's the way you travel
To the far side of the world!
A Sunset framed by lightening bolts
Burns a lasting memory
And a string of tiny twinkling lights
adorn the sausage tree.
While the embers from the log fire
Flicker, fly, and twirl
Then drift off toward the cosmos
From the Far Side of the World.
Well it's Christmas and my birthday
and so to that extent
The Masai not the wise men
Are circling my tent.
I teach them how to play guitar
They show me how to dance
We have rum from the Caribbean
And Burgundy from France.
New Year's Eve in Zanzibar
With Babu and his boys
High up on the rooftop
You can relish all the noise.
They are dancing on the tables
People bouncing like gazelles
Two 0-0-1 is ushered in
With air raid horns and bells.
Time to sing time to dance
Living out my second chance.
Cobras and sleeping bags are coiled and curled
That's the way it happens
On the Far Side of the World.
Back at home, it's afternoon
Six thousand miles away.
I will still be there when I get through
Attending this soiree
There are jobs and chores and questions
And plates I need to twirl,
But tonight I'll take my chances,
On the Far Side of the World.
That's the way it happens
On the Far Side of the World.
Just a semi normal person
Thought he had the future planned
Then he won some silly sweepstakes
Now he had a hundred grand
Never stopped to think of taxes
He was gone before they knew
With a flair for old romantics
To the Orient he flew
When they fueled in Papeete
Place a call to Big Mamou
With an honest explanation
Just to tell the whole damn truth
It's his one chance in a million
Who'd deny the simple fact
Twas no use to talk it over
He'd be home when he got back
Now he's somewhere over China
Lookin' down on all the trails
On the mountains lookin' back at him
It's a real live fairy tale
Put a little distance
Between causes and effects
Like a day old fortune cookie
Askin' who or what comes next
What the hell did Marco Polo think
When he ran into the wall
Or the crazy flying tigers
Doin' spins and loops and stalls
Just a taste for something different
Perking up a boring day
Now our man from Louisiana
Feels exactly the same way
They're all somewhere over China
Shanghai or old Peking
On a plane or a boat in an envelope
Real adventure has it's ring
Just to put a little distance
Between fact and fantasy
Still six thousand miles away from
where I really want to be
How I would love to drive the shuttle
Just to feel the engines roar
And to operate the levers
That control the payload doors
I could buzz the Himalayas
Barrel roll above Hong Kong
Set her down in San Francisco
To the clanging of the gong
We're all somewhere over China
Headin' east of headin' west
Takin' time to live a little
Flying so far from the nest
Just to put a little distance
Between causes and effects
Like an ancient fortune teller
Knowin' who and what comes next
By: Jimmy Buffett
1971
Nothing here is different
Nothing's changed at all
And Livingston's gone to Texas
They say he had a ball
They say he learned to be a cowboy
They say he learned to rope and ride
But I wonder if he ever
Thinks about the tears his woman cried
Now Holly won't you let me
Try and make you smile
Now you loved him as if he were your husband
Now he'll be gone awhile
Wrote he had to see the the country
On starry nights he wished that you were there
And so it shows wherever he goes
Deep inside you know he really cares
It's crazy and it's different
But it's really being free
And reasons the world would want to question
Make sense to you and me
Nothing here is different
Nothing's changed at all
Livingston's still in Texas
The snow's about to fall
They're sending the old man home
Back where the buffalo roam
Out in Pacific they say he was the best
Now he's in his 'civies' headin' home like all the rest
He'll never forget Rosa Lee
Or sleepless nights he fought upon the sea
He'll only have the memories
Or great books by James Jones
'Cause they're sending the old man home
Far away
Far away
Another life so very far away
They'll tear down the officers clubs
And write off the overdue subs
So let's drink to their memories
Our heroes and our pals
To those crazy navy flyers
To those swell Hawaiian gals
The sailors will dance in the street
Then they'll mothball the whole damn fleet
We'll only have the picture books
Of land and sea and foam
'Cause they're sending the old man home
Silver wings shinin' in the sunlight
Roarin' engines headed somewhere in flight
They're takin' you away, leaving me lonely
Silver wings slowly fadin' out of sight
Don't leave me, I'll cry
Don't take that airplane ride
But you locked me out of your mind
Left me standin' here behind
Silver wings shinin' in the sunlight
Roarin' engines headed somewhere in flight
They're takin' you away, leaving me lonely
Silver wings slowly fadin' out of sight
Don't leave me, I'll cry
Don't take that airplane ride
But you locked me out of your mind
Left me standin' here behind
Silver wings shinin' in the sunlight
Roarin' engines headed somewhere in flight
They're takin' you away, leaving me lonely
Silver wings slowly fadin' out of sight
by: Mac McAnally
with his head out the sunroof
and his heart in the right place
plan B was foolproof
he drove off to her place
he yelled out his feelings
among other stuff
it was too much tequila
or not quite enough
it was too much tequila
or not quite enough
It's a semi-true story
believe it or not
I made up a few things
and there's some I forgot
But the life and the telling
are both real to me
and they all run together
and turn out to be
a semi-true story
Well the picture is fuzzy
and the details are sorted
it was on the same day that God's Own Drunk was recorded
A walking tall sheriff and a big cadillac
and me and golf shoes on the hood making tracks
this daring young singer was under attack
It's a semi-true story
believe it or not
I made up a few things
and there's some I forgot
But the life and the telling
are both real to me
and they all run together
and turn out to be
a semi-true story
Well the things that I've lived
and I've dreamed
and I've seen
and I've heard
You'll take the good with the bad
and be glad that every word
It's a semi-true story
believe it or not
I made up a few things
and there's some I forgot
But the life and the telling
are both real to me
and they run like the rain
all the way to the sea
semi-true stories
I cut my teeth on Gumbo rock
Benny Stillman and Dr. John
Sweet Erma Thomas and Frogman Henry
Used to boogie woogie all night long
Though I love rock n' roll, the acoustic guitar
Was the only way I had of becomin' a star
I'm doin' really nice, travellin' around
But they won't play my record in my old home town
If I had saxophones
Yeah, big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks
If I had saxophones
I could get some recognition from that Mobile, Alabama D.J.
Livin' by the ocean, sometimes I get the notion
To take my Janey downtown
We hang out in a funky little bar
They call it "Shipwreck Lounge"
Well, we get kind of drunk and we play rock n' roll
Grabbin' everybody right down in his soul
When we get to cookin' somethin's still wrong
There's still somethin' missin' from them good ole songs
But if we had saxophones
Big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophones
I could make that joint shimmy like a big California earthquake
Yeah, if we had saxophones
Big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophones
(Marvin Brode & Johnny Marks)
Out of all the reindeer, you know you're the mastermind
Run run Rudolph Vixen can't be far behind
Run run Rudolph Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the freeway down
Run run Rudolph spinning like a merry go round
Said Santa to the boy child what would you be longing for
All I want for Christmas is a rock and roll electric guitar
Then away went Rudolph streaking like a shooting star
Run run Rudloph Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the freeway down
Run run Rudolph spinning like a merry go round
(go go go)
Said Santa to the girl child what would you be pleased most to get
A little Barbie doll that can cry sleep drink and wet
Then away went Rudolph streaking like a Citation jet
Run run Rudolph Santa got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the interstate down
Run run Rudolph spinning like a merry go round
... round round round round round
Run run Rudolph Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the freeway down
Run run Rudolph spinning like a merry go round
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
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
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
So always and forever we'll remember how it feels
Ridin' in Style By: Jimmy Buffett 1975 Instrumental
Richard frost
By: jimmy buffett
Richard frost left alabama heading west to find his fame
Only got to oklahoma and that’s where he changed his name
Now he plays a little tavern all the drunks say he’s a star
Hollywood forgot his number now he’s stuck in kelly’s bar
But is he happy my friend
Or does he pretend?
Is every song a routine chore?
Well he every decide
To go and not hide
Behind his fear and kelly’s backstage door
Richard frost draws 90 people and on weekends lines grow long
Singing loud and laughing with them the crowd reacts to every song
Bigger worlds (? ) can’t help but make you more aware of what you see
Afraid of what’s beyond just eyesight keeps the worlds in harmony
La da da da da da
La da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da
La da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
Island Fever
I think I've got a touch of island fever
I do believe I feel a bit sauteed
This morning I was just some nonbeliever
Tonight I feel I've joing a wild crusade
I never thought of life as being breezy
I never thought of time as time to play
I never thought that I could take it easy
But all those feelings changed for me today
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Are finding their way to my brain
Layers and layers of costumes and players
That make my whole life look insane
Palm trees and views I can't believe
Why would I ever want to leave?
I think I'll take my shoes off and go walking
Down beside the Caribbean Sea.
I like the funny sounds of parrots squawking
I think I hear a hammock calling me.
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Could this be some kind of charade?
Layers and layers of costumes and players
I think I will join the parade
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Could this be some kind of charade?
Layers and layers of costumes and players
I think I will join the parade
I think I've got a touch of island fever...
The five o'clock Friday blows
I let it go
I got to let it go
I put on my weekend clothes
Turn on the rock n' roll
Throw all our cares away
It's a ragtop day
It's a ragtop day
Classy little white and red turns everybody's head
My baby meets me at the Five and Dime
She's always right on time
We roll all our cares away
It's a ragtop day
It's a ragtop day
Cruise across the county line
A little dance and dine
A drive in picture show
And when the midnight's comin' down
We're headin' back to town
She lets her lovin' show
Feels like we're the only ones to see the morning sun
Sleepin' thru the afternoon and risin' with the moon
Oh don't the stars look bright
It's a ragtop day
It's a ragtop day
We'll throw all our cares away
I live for that ragtop day
Sanders
Mr Paperman, go home. Listen to me. Pretend you had a nightmare, and woke up. This island is a hoodoo, there's death in it, and this is just the beginning. Give it up. Whatever you've invested, forget it and go back to New York. Go home.
Norman
I felt the ground shake
I'm out of water
Critical picture
But things ain't that bad
We could be living
In Communist China
Wearing pajamas
And shouting comrade
I'll fix the Gull Reef
It will be my salvation
We're only talking
A few renovations
Goodbye to public relations
It ain't what I do
Goodbye forever to public relations
Public relations no longer my fate
This is my life and this is my island
Starting life over is never to (sic) late
[Speaks, to Sheila]
Get Hippolyte!
When I pay my bills
Gonna leave these Tennessee hills
Take my lady to the sea
That's where we both come from
That's where we both belong
Think I'll go back to the Keys.
[Chorus:]
'Cause I don't want the thing that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All I want's the quiet and the comforts
That livin' with my lovely lady brings.
Somehow we survived the double talk and jive
Things are looking better all the time
I owe her all I can 'cause she made me understand
The simple way that we should live our lives.
[Chorus]
Let me tell you now she can eat her own weight up in crab meat
And there's plenty of that down there by the sea
Well, we're sailing in those warm December breezes
Sendin' picture post cards back to Tennessee.
[Chorus]
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've seen it all
Watched the men who rode you switch from sail to steam
In your belly you can hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dreams, most of 'em dreams
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late
But I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
Made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
Passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I've got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
I'm down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends
"Nice to see all of our friends every year. Thank you
friends."
Now I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
And I still could manage a smile
Sure takes a while, just takes a while
Mother, mother ocean, after all my years I've found
Occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
Feel like I've drowned, but I won't wear a frown
Feel like I've drowned, I'm gonna go check out
Peachtree Street somewhere downtown
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Merry Christmas, Alabama
Merry Christmas, Tennessee
Merry Christmas, Louisiana
To St. Barth's and the Florida Keys
Merry Christmas, Mississippi
Where I started this wild and crazy run
Such a long way from that first birthday
Merry Christmas, Everyone
And Merry Christmas, Colorado
Though far from you all I have roamed
'Tis the season to remember
All the faces and the places that were home
'Tis the season to remember
And to count up all the ports of call I've known
And to thank his mercies tender
For I'm never far from home
Merry Christmas to my saints and guardian angels
Who protect me as I roam
All the faces and the places that were home
Guess my life's moved at near light speed
Since I started this wild and crazy run
Such a long way from that first birthday
Merry Christmas, Everyone
'Tis the season to remember
That we're never far from home
Merry Christmas, Everyone
She was no marine back from the Philippines
She was their pride and job, their incarnation.
Her parents viewed the chief
With shock and disbelief
Looking for some other explanation.
The Indian, her back was poised for an attack.
She said 'a tattoo is a badge of validation'.
But the truth of the matter is far more revealing.
It's a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.
Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Amnesic episodes that never go away.
It's no complex memento, it's no subtle revealing.
Just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.
Vegas in the rain, drunk on cheap champagne
He hears out of tune synthesized chapel bells
Painfully ringing.
Where's his limo ride? Who's this foreign bride?
Is this really Elvis spinning round the ceiling?
Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling,
Forgotten fabrications in the chapels of love.
What is this ring on his finger? Why is he kneeling?
She's just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.
Chromosomes and genes, spawn these fateful scenes.
Evolution can be mean, there's no 'dumb ass' vaccine.
Blame your DNA, you're a victim of your fate.
It's human nature to miscalculate.
To make up for the fight they go out for the night.
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll seems like the easiest answer.
But a short nine months later, there's no way of concealing,
That permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.
Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Amnesic episodes that never go away.
Complex mementos, not subtle revealings.
Just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.
Lookin' back at my hard luck days
I really do have to laugh
Workin' in a dive for twenty-six dollars
Spendin' it all on draft
We were hungry hard luck heroes
Tryin' just to stay alive
So we'd go down to the corner grocery
This is how we'd survive.
[Chorus:]
Who's gonna steal the peanut butter
I'll get a can of sardines
Runnin' up and down the aisles of the Mini-Mart
Stickin' food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the racks
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the Mini-Mart back
Yes Sir, yes Sir
We would pay the Mini-Mart back.
It was a two man operation
Had it all down on a note
Ricky would watch the big round mirror
And I'd fill up my coat
Then we'd head for the check-out aisle
With a lemon and a bottle of beer
Into the car got to make it on home
'Cause supper time is gettin' near.
[Chorus]
I guess every good picker has had some hard times
I have had my share
It's really kinda funny to laugh at it now
But I don't wanna go back there
So every now and then when I'm in a grocery
I'll take a little but not much
'Cause you never know when the hard times will hit ya
And I don't want to lose my touch.
[Chorus]
By: jimmy buffett, mac mcanally
Lindbergh left long island in 1927
He thumbed his nose at gravity
And climbed into the heavens.
When he returned to earth that night
Everything had changed
For the pilot and the planet
Everything was rearranged
We’re a pretty mixed up bunch
Of crazy human beings
It’s written on our rocketships
And in early cave wall scenes
How does it happen?
How do we know?
Who sits and watches?
Who does the show?
Some people love to lead
Some refuse to dance
Some people play it safely
Others take a chance
Still, it’s all a mystery
This place we call the world
Where most live as oysters
While some become pearls
Now elvis was the only man
From north east mississippi
Who could shake his hips
And still be loved by
Rednecks, cops and hippies
It’s something more than dna
That tells us who we are
Its method and magic
We are of the stars
Some never fade away
Some crash and burn
Some make the world go round
Others watch it turn
Still, it’s all a mystery,
This place we call the world
Most are fine as oysters
While some become pearls
I went out fishing on a sandy beach
Cast my line out as far as it would reach
Looking for something from the frying pan
I kick back with a beer in my hand
I must've got a big one cause it's bending my pole
I'm having to fight just to keep my hold
It could be a whale (oh) God only knows
Whatever it is it's not wearing any clothes
[Chorus:]
She's larger than life
Made from holy water
She's covered in green
She's got little scales upon her
She's larger than life
She's a mermaid in the night
She's got a set of gills, like no fish I've ever seen
Long blonde hair and a tail in between
I'm in love ith a creature from the sea
And she's bringin' out the crustacean in me
Her voice is a temptation it's a siren song
When we kiss there could be no wrong
I ask her to marry me, to be my wife
And we could do the backstroke for the rest of our lives
[Chorus]
She's larger than life
Made from holy water
She's covered in green
She's got little scales upon her
She's larger than life
She's a mermaid in the night
One Particular Harbour
By: Jimmy Buffett, Bobby Holcomb
1983
For Marius Skatelborough
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
Ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
(pan solo)
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Lakes below the mountain
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura (Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura (Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
E mea arofa teie ao nei, hey now, hey now, hey now
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ua pau te maitai no te fenua [Bounty of the land is exhausted]
Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie [But there's still abundance in the sea]
Ua pau te maitai no te fenua
Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie
- Notes:
Background Vocals: Timothy B. Schmit and The Chorale Epherona
Additional Percussion and Congas: Errol "Crusher" Bennett
Pahue and Toere Drums: Jimmy Buffett, Jim Shea, and Sam Clayton (The
Boom Boom Boys)
Language is Tahitian
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
Ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
(pan solo)
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Lakes below the mountain
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura (Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura (Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
E mea arofa teie ao nei, hey now, hey now, hey now
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ua pau te maitai no te fenua [Bounty of the land is exhausted]
Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie [But there's still abundance in the sea]
Ua pau te maitai no te fenua
Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie
(Jesse Winchester)
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
You can throw your luggage down
Lose your cool and stamp around
But there's nothin, nothin you can do
Wipe away your girlfriend's tears
Go to the bar and have some beers
There ain't no way the bird's gettin through
No plane on Sunday
Maybe be one come Monday
Just a hopeless situation
Make the best of it's all you can do
till they get through
Overheard the engineer
Say somethin' 'bout the landing gear
Now we're runnin' strictly on island time
I know you got someone back home
So do I it's tough alone
Awh come on, it's just a minor crime
No plane on Sunday
Check it again come Monday
Just a hopeless situation
Make the best of it's 'bout all you can do
Baby it's true
We shouldn't spend these precious hours tryin' to figure this out
We don't know where the story ends
Let's don't go back to just being friends
So they went walkin' on the beach
Quarter moon within their reach
So they stole it and tucked it in their hearts
That's when they heard the engines hum
And realized the dawn had come
It was over, over from the start
No plane on Sunday
Just another lonely Monday
Awh make the best of a bad situation's
'Bout all you can do
Baby it's true
Oh-oh-oh-oh baby it's true
Oh-oh-oh-oh baby what's new
Oh-oh-oh-oh baby what's new
Meanwhile down on Biel Street
Drinking in a Biel Street bar
There's a fog rolling off the Mississippi
Has anybody seen Arkansas?
And the deckhands from the tollboats
Come ashore wearing Mexican shoes
Oh, they headed strait for Graceland
Was the first thing they wanted to do
Cinco de Mayo in Memphis
Marchetti singing the blues
Southern belles and 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
Jumper cables and limos
Hell, 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
Livington's Gone To Texas
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974
Nothin' is different
Nothin' has changed at all
Livingston's gone to Texas
They say he had a ball
They say he learned to be a cowboy
They say he learned to rope and ride
But I wonder if he ever
Thinks about the tears his woman cried
Now honey, won't you let me
Try and make you smile
You loved him as if he were your husband
Now he'll be gone awhile
Wrote he had to see the country
On starry nights he wished you were there
And so it shows wherever he goes
Deep inside you know he really cares
And nothin' is different
Nothin' has changed at all
Livingston's still in Texas
The snow's about to fall
Down in the islands where the happy folks stay
Everybody do what Bwana Jim say
He say its ok, it's ok
You can do what you wanna
Do what you like
Twist a big ol' number
Ride a motorbike
It's alright, It's alright
Dance to the drum
Drink a lot of rum
Love till you come to a stop
Swing like a monkey in a coconut tree
Sing like the dolphins in the deep blue sea
Sing it's alright, it's alright
[Spoken:]
'How does Fred Neil do it? Come on Jay Spell'
You know people in the city got nowhere to go
They used to go to bars now they go to Discos
No, no, no disco (uh-uh, no)
They never see the sun
They hardly see the moon
They barely see the ground 'til the snow melts in June
Uptight, It's out of sight
So they save a little money
Take a little trip
They only see the islands from a tacky cruise ship
Buy a little liquor
Buy some sea shells
Husband tries to sleep
Wife just yells
Morris, you can sleep when you get home
Down in the islands where the happy folks stay
Everybody do what Biwana man say
He say its ok, it's ok
It's alright, it's alright
Do what you wanna, do what you like
One day you'll be glad I came around
I may be the best thing you have found Ain't much you can count on in this town
I swear I'm speaking from my heart
And I want let you down
My love is guaranteed
You're never going to see the end of me
I've got all you need
Like a ginsu knife or a bamboo steamer
Late night TV hawk-eyed screamer
You'll be the coffee I'll be the creamer
I'm money back, money back guaranteed
Money back, money back guaranteed
I just do my best to stay alive
Got a junked out car but you should see me drive
Racing down St. Charles Avenue
Ain't got much but what I got
Will sure be good for you
My love is guaranteed
You're never going to see the end of me
I've got all you need
Like a ginsu knife or a bamboo steamer
Late night TV hawk-eyed screamer
You'll be the coffee I'll be the creamer
I'm money back, money back guaranteed
Money back, money back guaranteed
Flyin' down the highway of my dreams
You will find my crazy love
Is always what it seems
My love is guaranteed
You're never going to see the end of me
I've got all you need
Like a ginsu knife or a bamboo steamer
Late night TV hawk-eyed screamer
You'll be the coffee I'll be the creamer
I'm money back, money back guaranteed
Money back, money back guaranteed
I'm money back, money back guaran...
Money back, money back guaran...
Money back, money back guaranteed
Money back, money back guaran...
Money back, money back guaran...
I'm money back, money back guaranteed
Money back, money back guaran...
Money back, money back guaran...
Money back, money back guaranteed
Money back, money back guaranteed
Creola in my soul-a
I loved what they were sayin'
I loved what they were playin'
Creola
Creola on my victrola
Makes me feel like dancin'
Fall in love romancing the melody
Creola, Creola, Creola for me
I remember as a child all the happiness and smiles
That flowed around my grandma's Sunday table
While Auntie Mae was sayin' grace
Papa T would sneak a taste
And catch a funny look from my cousin Mabel
Then daddy'd beat the drum
The old folks start to hum
Sing the only songs that we all know
Ambiance so fine, dancin' drinkin' wine
Sing about the lifestyle on the bayou
Creola in my soul-a
I loved what they were sayin'
I loved what they were playin'
Creola
Creola on my victrola
Makes me feel like dancin'
Fall in love romancin' the melody
Creola, Creola, Creola for me
It's in the mood, it's in the blood
It's in the food, it's in the mud
It's a spicy kind of life
Cre-o-la
It's in the mood, it's in the blood
It's in the food, it's in the mud
Creola, Creola, Creola for me
Well the years have come and gone
Still the old song lingers on
I keep it in my heart with fond affection
Like the family good luck charm
That keeps away the harm
Creola's always there for my protection
Creola, good for your soul-a
I loved what they were sayin'
I loved what they were playin'
Creola
Creola on my victrola
Makes me feel like dancin'
You fall in love ramancin' the melody
Creola, Creola, Creola for me
Middle of the Night
-------------------
by Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Art Neville and Michael Utley
Chorus 1:
Middle of the night
Hold on till morning
We will see the light
Love is spawning
Middle of the night
Hold on forever
We will get it right
All together
When will we listen
When will we ever learn
Read all about it
This tide has got to turn
Chorus 1:
Old folks and babys
Crying in the storm
I try to tell them
Soon they'll be safe and warm
Chorus 1:
Bridge:
Lord let us out of this hall full of mirrors
Make it all clearer
Don't let is fall
In the middle of the night
Chorus 2:
Middle of the night
New voices calling
Saying it's alright
I'm not falling
Middle of the night
Halfway till morning
Middle of my life
New days dawning
Chorus 1:
Chorus 2:
Chorus 1:
- Patrick E. Fleming ---------------------------------------------------------
- Department of Chemistry ------------ Some things are still a mystery to me -
- Ohio Wesleyan University ----------- While others are much too clear! ------
When I woke up this morning
I was tired as I could be
I think I was counting my money
When I should have been counting sheep
My agent he just called me
and told me what I should be
If I would make my music for money
Instead of making music for me
[Chorus:]
I said I know that this may sound funny
But money don't mean nothin' to me
I won't make my music for money, no
I'm gonna make my music for me
He said that people only buy the love songs.
Rock and roll is not too long
He said son you got to be commercial
If you want to turn the people on.
And I said turning on the people
Now that's a beautiful place to be
But if I spend my time makin' memorable rhyme
Well who's gonna turn on me?
[Chorus]
Well now, I went up the country
And I'll tell you all about the scene
I found a place with much charm and much grace
That was untouched by the music machine
Well the people where havin' a good time
Makin' music all day long
And nobody cared if they ever got paid
One penny for playin' a song
[Chorus]
Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
Take my hand, don't turn away
You've been sitting there all night long
I know that something must be wrong
Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
A new moon has come out to play
Take my hand, step outside
These doors and windows open wide
The stars are out and shining, hear the south wind sighing
It'll be okay
Let the breeze caress you,
violin undress your heart
On va danser
Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
It will soon be the break of day
We all have so little time
Oh won't you put your hand in mine
The stars are out and shining, hear the south wind sighing
It'll be okay
Let the breeze caress you,
violin undress your heart
I swear, on va danser
Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
A new moon has come out to play
Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser
It will soon be the break of day
On va danser
On va danser
Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser
Madamoiselle, voulez vous danser
Danser
We all have so little time
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
Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault
I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue
Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault
I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searching 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
by: Peter Mayer and Roger Guth
Woke up just the other day
fell out of bed and my dog ran away
car won't start and the weather was cold and gray
I got stuck in a traffic jam
My major meeting didn't go as I planned
looks like it's gonna be another one of those days
(chorus)
I got a roof over my head
someone to love me in a 4 poster bed and
I can play this here guitar and
Thank my lucky stars
Politicians speak and it makes me ill
People are dying just for a thrill
maybe it's just evolution gone astray
The climate's too hot, music's gotten cold
I'm living like a health nut but I still grow old
you do what you can on the edge of the Milky Way
(chorus)
gonna thank my lucky stars
wrapped up in the problems of the day
just remember there's no rewind and no replay
so don't you worry cause it ain't gonna fix a thing
(harp)
Woke up just the other day
Thought that maybe I'd be ok
Cause the story I'm been getting ain't written anywhere
(chorus)
gonna thank my lucky stars
(chorus)
gonna thank my lucky stars
Thank you stars
By Jimmy Buffett, 1996
Jimmy Buffett explores new creative ground here, putting the two-hundred year history of Amerigo, a fictitious Caribbean island, into a Calypso number, and framing it into another song, The Legend of Norman Paperman, the theme of the show. The principal singer is the Governor of the island, and the key characters of the show sing verses about the history.
Narrator
Kinja was the name of the island when it was British. The actual name was King George The Third Island, but the islanders shortened that to Kinja. Now the name in the maps and the guidebooks is Amerigo, but everybody who still lives there still calls it Kinja. The United States acquired the island peaceably in 1940 as part of the shuffling of old destroyers and Caribbean real estate that went on between Mr. Roosevelt and Mr. Churchill. The details of the transaction were and are vague to the inhabitants. The West Indian is not exactly hostile to change, but he's not much inclined to believe in it. Meantime in a fashion Amerigo is getting Americanized. The inflow of cash is making everyone more prosperous. Most Kinjans go along cheerily with this explosion of American energy in the Caribbean. To them it seems like a new harmless and apparently endless Carnival.
Sanders
Have you ever dreamed of escaping from your dull existence to a new life on a tropical island? Our story is about a man who did it - a real person, whose true adventure has become a legend here in the Caribbean. Welcome one and all to THE LEGEND OF NORMAN PAPERMAN.
Ensemble
Dis is the legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from the islands we'll share
Chasin illusions can get quite confusin'
Is it a dream or a nightmare
Women
Dis is the legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from the islands we'll tell
Men
Chasin illusions can get quite confusin'
Cause heaven can turn into hell.
Sanders [Sings]
Kinja's the name of the island
It's been Kinja for over two hundred years
But remember paradise
Doesn't come without a price
Let me make that abundantly clear
Kinja, our beautiful island
In a windward archipeligo
We've been English, French and Dutch
Never seemed to matter much
Now we're officially Amerigo
Ensemble
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Sheila, chef at the Gull Reef Club)
Sheila
Our ancestors came in the slave ships
To work for the privileged few
Who wore Paris fashions
and lived in pink mansions
While we huddled in shacks of bamboo
Den da sugar beet bring us our freedom
With the help of our God we got through
Insurrection, beheadin's, funerals and weddin's
Hurricanes and a World War or Two
Chorus
Hurricanes and a World War or Two
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Gilbert, gondolier of the Gull Reef Club)
Gilbert
Mr. Churchill had to get some destroyers
To put old hitler six feet below
FDR he pulled a nifty
Got our island for just fifty
And do limeys dey pack up and go
We dance through the streets in celebration
Da fireworks dey light up da sky
We got hotdogs and highways
Got Fords and Chevrolets
Not to mention the Forth of July
Ensemble
Not to mention the Forth of July
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Senator Pullman, the island's big enchilada)
Senator Pullman
Now the Yankees, they come wid der dollars
It's a beehive of activity
Sell dem crawfish and rum
Keep dem dizzy and numb
Oh we're liken' this prosperity
We got new holidays for celebration
We got new laws, but no one complies
We got crawfish and mangos
Calypso and tangos
Ahhh, but we short on our watah supply
Ensemble
Mighty short on our watah supply
We got the Carnival
We love the Carnival
The Kinja Carnival
Carnival
We got the Carnival
Don't Stop The Carnival
We love the Carnival
And our story begins
Dis is da legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from de tropics we'll tell
Chasin illusions can get quite confusin'
Cause heaven can turn into hell!
The legend of - NORMAN PAPERMAN
The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the dame
And there are so many quiet places
And smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces.
[Chorus:]
And I have found me a home
Yes, I have found me a home
And you can have the rest of everything I own
'Cause I have found me a home.
My old red bike
Gets me around
To the bars and the beaches of my town
And there aren't many reasons I would leave
Yes, I have found me some peace.
And the ladies aren't demanding there
They never ask too much
And when you're coming off a cold love
That's sure a nice warm touch.
[Chorus]
The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the same
And there aren't many reasons I would leave
Yes, I have found me some peace
Yes, I have found me a home.
L'air de la Louisianne
By: Jesse Winchester
1974
[ The Louisiana Air ]
Jesse Winchester sang this song many years ago as an opening act for us and I've always wanted to do it. To be able to sing it with James Taylor and Timothy B. Schmit was as much a treat for me as I hope it is for you.
Se promenant dans un bois de la vieille Louisianne
Les ombres s'allongent nos pas silents l'air de la Louisianne
Toi et moi ne parlant pas en sucant de la canne
Pour un instant je suis content en l'air de la Louisianne
Se promenant dans un bois de la vieille Louisianne
Les ombres s'allongent nos pas silents l'air de la Louisianne
Toi et moi ne parlant pas en sucant de la canne
Pour un instant je suis content en l'air de la Louisianne
Pour un instant je suis content en l'air de la Louisianne
Livingston Saturday Night
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight
You take a few tokes make you feel alright
Rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday Night
Pickup's washed and you just got paid
With any luck at all you might even get laid
'Cause they're pickin' and a kickin' on a Livingston Saturday night
So won't you listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a' shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Sing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool
Hittin' on the honeys right outta high school
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
(alright Timmy...)
Whoa listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg
Temperature is risin' better pop another keg
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
(where's that harpoon man...)
Whoa ya gotta listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Sing some songs, play some pong, eat a deviled egg
Temperature is risin' better pop another keg
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
Yeah I say they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
One more time they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
- Notes:
Guitar solo: Tim Krekel
Harmonica solo: Fingers Taylor
La Vie Dansante
By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley, Will Jennings
1984
[The Dancing Life]
They can come take it all away
Break your heart by the light of day
Drown your love in a distant bay
So lonely
See the ships heading for the rocks
See the time melting off of the clocks
There's a light shatters all the locks
And saves me
It saves me
That's why I wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes me just where I want
That's all I want La Vie Dansante
Why don't you wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes you just where you want
That's all you want La Vie Dansante
Miss the beat if you close your eyes
Every night wears a new disguise
And I live when a new surprise surrenders
Feel it all with a willing heart
Every stop is a place to start
If you know how to play the part with feeling
I play with feelings
That's why I wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes me just where I want
That's all I want La Vie Dansante
Why don't you wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes you just where you want
That's all you want La Vie Dansante
That's why we wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes us just where we want
That's all we want La Vie Dansante
Why don't you wander and follow the dancing life
On the night wind that takes you just where you want
That's all you want La Vie Dansante
That's why we wander and follow La Vie Dansante
On the night wind that takes us just where we want
That's all we want La Vie Dansante
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la
That's all we want...
@ALBUM NOTES:
Back Cover -
"What goes around comes around" say wise men in bars. Any good artist feels compelled to change, if not doomed to change, and vary his art as much as he varies his life. Starting from the center, Buffett has shot off to a number of usual and unusual planets. Now in RIDDLES IN THE SAND we see him coming home not quite on A-1A, but with the same richness of feeling that informed much of his earlier work.
Years ago, down in Riviera Beach in southeast Texas, I saw some cowboys ride into town on horseback for a dinner of GULF shrimp AND oysters. If you were Superman you could have seen Key WESTERN off there in the distance. This album has a musical range expanding in an arc from Bob Wills to Bob Marley with the Gulf somehow always there: a low and high tidal range, sweet and piney like the Delta soil, Caribbean Islands white with coral dust, ladies as moist and sweet as a fresh broken conch. Rather than a return, Buffett is starting out from the center again, with a vast expansion both musically and emotionally. The music is a triumph for an American sound.
- Jim Harrison
Sleeve -
Acoustic Guitar - Jimmy Buffett
Electric Guitar - Reggie Young
Electric and Acoustic Guitar - Billy Walker Jr.
Bass - Emory Gordy
Keyboards and Synthesizer - Michael Utley
Keyboards and Synthesizer - John Jarvis
Drums - Matt Betton
Steel Drums - Robert Greenidge
Percussion - Samuel Clayton
Harmonica - Greg "Fingers" Taylor
Background Vocals - Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally, Wendy Waldman, Thom
Flora, Larry Lee, Samuel Clayton
Mac McAnally appears courtesy of Geffen Records
Produced and Recorded by: Jimmy Bowen for Lynwood Production, Michael Utley and Tony Brown
Recorded and mixed at Sound Stage Studio
1st Engineers: Ron Treat - Basic Tracks and Overdubs, Steve Tillisch - Mixdown
2dn Engineers: Mark Coddington and Vicki Hicks
Originally mastered at Masterfonics by Glenn Meadows
Mixed and mastered using the JVC Digital Audio Mastering System
Photography by Jim Shea
Drawings on the sleeve by: Savannah Jane Buffett, Maura and Melanie Lyons.
Art Direction by Jeff Adamoff
Very Special Thanks to:
Nashville - Johnny Dickinson, Charlie Allen, Will "Dr. Wheeeel" Jennings, "Dirt" Lanier, Jessie Noble, Abbe Demontbreun and to the Consistent Nutrition Experts Hap Towned, Luthers' Bar BQ, Mac's Cafe and the Ellistio Place Soda Shop
At the Gulf - Dan Sweet, Kenny Wall, Greer and Brooke Radcliff and "Rusty" the Wonder Horse
Out West - Howard Kaufman, Bobby Liberman and Nina Avramides-Berducat
Talk, talk, talk til your jowls turn blue
But you never really tell me what you're gonna do
You seem to keep it all locked up inside
I can't help but start to thinkin'
You've got something to hide
Why the pain
What's your game
You're drivin' this boy insane
Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do
You bitchin' and your cryin' finally got to me
So I thought I'd take you, baby, on a shopping spree
You bought a space age watch and an antique hat
Hell, now it's digital this and digital that
What a pain
Silly games
Still drivin' your man insane
Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do
Oh darlin', oh darlin'
All I ever get is lip service from you
Oh darlin' oh darlin' (I'm through)
'Cause all I ever get is lip service from you
[Instrumental]
So listen to me baby
'gotta change your ways
Or I'm off to Pascagoula in a few more days
I'll leave you and your poodle and all the mess he makes
Find some other fool to man your shovel and your take
No more pain
End of game
By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
1971
Maybe leaving's better in the afternoon
When the rain don't fall so hard
From where we were we had to look down far below
To see just what went on in our own backyard
Coming down slow without a thing to show
Wondering what went on while we were up there
Mountain roads now asphalt highways that we once called heaven skyways
Children lost what is the cost to get back home again
La La La La La La La La Laaaa
La La La La La La La La Laaaa
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
yeah
I'm goin' to climb up in the mountain
I'm goin' to climb up in the tree
I'm goin' to climb up in the mountain
I'm goin' to see what I can see
You know...
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
Left Me With a Nail to Drive
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975
Well it's the same old story
Another mobile home broken up
Well I'm eatin' off of a paper plate
Drinkin' from a paper cup
Chorus:
She caught me with another woman
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
Well she stole my car
And left me a nail to drive
Chorus:
She caught me with another woman
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
Well she stole my car
And left me a nail to drive
Yeah she stole my car
If they gave Olympic medals for running all-night long
I would have won them all until I turned pro
I've got miles of dedication
And a natural inclination
For a childhood game i just could not outgrow
I want to be the last man standing
People crashin' on the sofas and passed out on the floor
But the Last man standing
was sayin' bring on a little bit more
When you stop and think about
Life is still just high school
You make the same mistakes you did when you were young
Contending for the ladies' favors
Testing every single flavor
While hopelessly trying not scald your tongue
I wanna be the last man standing
Bring me the hot sauce
Bring me a beer
Gonna be the last man standing
But where do we go from here?
Gonna be the last man standing
People crashin' on the sofas and passed out on the floor
But the Last man standing
was sayin' bring on a little bit more
I might as well admit it
There's been a time or two
When I contemplate retirement for a while
But a hundred years from now
They'll still be asking how
As they gaze upon on my taxidermic smile
Want to be the last man standing
Got the devil at the crossroads, wolf at the door
But the last man standing
Is singin' bring on a little bit more
They're gonna see the last man standing
Still got a fun ticket in my hand
Gonna be the last man standing
Takin off before I land
Lorna
Mista Paper, Senator Pullman he just call.
He ask how come ya don need no watah
Norman
Don't need water!
Lorna
Well, you let the barge go by
He comin' to talk to you
Norman
Who is Senator Pullman anyway?
Why do I have to signal the barge?
Iris
Welcome to the Caribbean, put on a shirt at least.
The big enchilada is on his way
Senator Pullman
Mr. Norman Paperman, I presume?
Joinin' us in Kinja for de tourist boom?
Norman
Norman Paperman at your service.
Meeting the kingpin, I'm slightly nervous
Pullman
Mr. Paperman, I here to be your friend
But there's just certain rules here we can not bend
Paperman How about the water? My cistern's flat.
Pullman
Why sure, I come to take care of dat
Chorus
BUT You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
We use a different box of tools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Pullman
Now dis alien ain't bonded for no gondolier
He's bonded for GARDENER-dat why he here
De Chief of Immigration a power in dis town
Chief find out-your hotel close down
Paperman
Hereafter gardening's all he'll do I didn't know, I swear to you
Pullman
Doan' hoross yourself, it's okay mister
De Chief of Immigration-she's my sister
Chorus
BUT You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about that civics course you learned in school
We ain't city folks, but we ain't fools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Pullman
Stop!
Paperman
How about my water?
Pullman
Hold you hosses I come to dat
Look at da chambermaid, she mighty fat
And if dat alien have her baby here
Dat baby an AMERICAN, free and clear
De Secretary of Interior, he gonna rave
And dat baby on your record
From da cradle to da grave
Your responsibility-I doan mean maybe
Da bottom line sir, dat YOUR BABY
Chorus
You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
We use a simple box of tools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Paperman
I'll send her away-but this club's bone dry
Pullman
No problem, lots of watah you can buy
Paperman
Buy water, Senator?
That's your advice?
Pullman
Chief of Public Works give you a special price
Paperman
Chief of public works
Who's he-your brother?
Pullman
Ha ha, not bad she's Lorna's mother
Chorus
SO You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
We use a different box of tools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Paperman
Senator, I thank you.
Now one thing's clear
I've got to hire a Kinjan gondolier
Pullman
Now dat a problem-
Paperman
What's the reason
Pullman
No unemployment-it's high season
Can't hire no Kinjan to wear dis hat
Paperman
And I can't use an alien?
Pullman
Don't ask dat
Paperman
You've been a great help, sir-you've got my vote
Just tell me-who's going to row that boat?
Pullman
YOU gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
Just take it easy, play it cool
But be sure to
Paperman joins Pullman
Play by Kinja rules
Extra Chorus
You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about that civics course you learned in school
God watches out for drunks and fools
But forget the Ten Commandments here
Kinja rules
Kinja rules
Kinja rules
Kinja rules
Pullman
Norman Paperman, I feel you soon adjust to Kinja, hahaha
There is a tale that the Island people tell
Don't care if it is true 'cause I love it so well
Jolly Mon sing for his supper every night
The people fed him well 'cause he treated them so right
Oh oh oh oh Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh make Orion ring
And they wanted him to sing on the island near and far
He always found his way by Orion lucky star
He'd tell them of their joys, he'd tell them of their woes
They loved to see him come, they'd hate to see him go
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, make the music ring
He was makin' his way home on a dark and stormy night
When he heard a cry for help, he saw a flashin' light
When he reached the other boat and offered them a hand
They said, "Give us all your cargo" as the took a pirate stand
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, give 'em everything
"Jolly Mon it's over sing your last song very well"
They tossed him in the ocean 'ause their hearts were made in Hell
Came along a dolphin, he said, "Jolly Mon hello!
I've always loved your singing, climb aboard, don't let go."
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, make the oceans ring
The night was filled with magic, they bid the sea goodbye
They swam into the heavens, they stayed up in the sky
And all the Island people when they wish upon a star
See the Dolphin and the Jolly Mon who tell them where they are
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, make the heavens ring
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing
Oh oh oh oh, make the magic ring!
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh Jolly Mon sing
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to run in a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells, fingle all the way
Oh, what fun on Jah's cool run in a one-horse open sleigh
We're dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh
And o'er the fields we go a-laughin' all the way
The bells on bob-tail ring, they're making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to run in a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells, fingle all the way
Oh, what fun on Jah's cool run in a one-horse open sleigh
A day or two ago I thought I'd take a run to Port Antonio
I be cruisin' in the sun
The radio was loud, the chicken jerked and fried
And all I had to do that day was drive on the left side
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to run in a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells, fingle all the way
Oh, what fun on Jah's cool run in a one-horse open sleigh
Grapefruit
A bathin' suit
Chew a little Juicy Fruit
Wash away the night
Drive in
You guzzle gin
Commit a little mortal sin
It's good for the soul
Bridge:
And oh it gets so damn lonely
When you're on a plane alone
And if I had the money, honey
I'd strap you in beside me
And never ever leave you
Leave you at home all alone and cryin'
Ten speed
No need
My pickup gets me where I please
Chuggin' down the street
But I'll be leavin'
In a little while
So close your eyes and I'll
I'll be back real soon
Spoken:
"Ah, take it Reefers"
"Ladies choice, Everybody dance"
"Here we go"
Bridge:
Yes and if I had that money, honey
I'd strap you in beside me (in your strapless)
And never ever leave you
Leave you at home all alone and cryin'
Grapefruit
A bathin' suit
You chew a little Juicy Fruit
Wash away the night
Yeah you chew a little Juicy Fruit
I'll be home for Christmas,
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistle toe
And presents 'neath the tree
Xmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Xmas
If only in my dreams
Well, like to explain to you all before,
I ain't no drinkin' man
I tried it once and it got me highly irregular
And I swore I'd never do it again
I promised my brother in-law that
I'd go up watch his still
While he went in to town to vote
It was right up on the mountain
where the map said it would be
Friends let me tell you one thing,
though it wasn't no ordinary still
It stood up on that mountainside
like a hugh golden opal
God's yeller moon shinin' on the cool clear evenin'
God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off in the heavens
Like I explain'd to you once before I ain't no drinkin' man
But temptation got the best of me
And I took a slash
That yella whiskey runnin' down my throat
like honey dew vine water
And I took another slash,
Took another'n an another'n an another'n
For you knew I'd downed one whole jug of that shit
and commenced to gettin' hot flashes
Goose pimples was runnin' up and down my body
And a feelin' came over me
like somethin' I'd never experienced before
It was like, like I was in love
In love for the first time, with anything that moved
Animate, inanimate it didn't matter
It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on an' off
in my brain sayin' 'Jimmy Buffett there's a great day a comin''
'Cause I was drunk
I wasn't knee crawlin', slip slidin', Reggie Youngin'
Commode huggin' drunk
I was God's own drunk and a fearless man
And that's when I first saw the bear
He was a Kodiak lookin' fella 'bout nineteen feet tall
He rambled up over the hill
expectin' me to do one of two things,
Flip or fly, I didn't do either one
It hung him up
He started sniffin' around my body tryin' to smell fear
But he ain't gonna smell no fear 'cause
I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man
It hung him up
He looked right in my eyes, and my eyes
was a lot redder than his was
It hung him up
So I approached him, I said 'Mr. Bear, I love
every hair on your twenty-seven acre body
I know you got a lot of friends over there
on the other side of the hill
There's ole' rare bear, tall bear, Freddy bear, Kelly bear
Really bear, smelly the bear, smokey the bear,
pokey the bear
I want you to go back over there tonight
And tell them I'm feelin' right
You tell them I love each and everyone of them
like a brother and a sister
But if they give me any trouble tonight
I'm gonna run every God damn one of them off the hill'
He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think
Neither did I but bein' charitable and cautious
Well hell I approached him again
I said 'Mr. Bear, You know in the eyes of the Lord
we're both beasts when it comes right down to it
So I want you to be my buddy, Buddy bear'
So I took ole' buddy bear by his island size paw
and I led him over to the still
He's a sniffin' around that thing cause
he's smellin' somethin' good
I gave him one of them jugs of honey dew vine water
He downed it up right
Looked like one of them damn bears in the circus
Sippin' sasparilly in the moonlight
I gave him another'n an another'n an another'n
For I knew it he downed eight of them
and commenced to doin' the bear dance
Two snips, a snort, a fly turn, and a grunt
It was so simple like the jitter bug
It plum evaded me
We worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar
And I was awful tired and went over to the hillside
and I laid down and went to sleep
Slept for four hours and dreampt me some tremulous dreams
When I woke up, there was God's yeller moon
shinin' on the clear cool evenin'
God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off
in the heavens
My buddy the bear was a missin'
Want to know something else friends and neighbors
So was that still
To long ago chances,
To all the long stances,
To strange circumstances,
An island review.
Green flash at sunset,
Young love recaptured,
Just an illusion,
Would it were true.
By: Jimmy Buffett
1971
In the shelter
In the mornin' as the sun was brightly beaming
I heard her crying out, "What is it all about?
I just don't know, but I can't go back home."
Lonely princess
All the days out on your own are growing empty
Nothing is going well
If you could only tell them how you feel
They're too real to understand
Chorus:
Too many trite expressions
Ending in forced rejections long ago
Too many innocent faces
Too many far out places something's wrong
Let me tell you that something's wrong
It's been that way so long, and it's a shame
On the street car
To the city where she knows that she might lose it all
Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time
And knowing well this could be her final fall
Past the boutique
Down the alley to the river, people pass her by
Sits on the big gray rocks, takes off her boots and socks
And knowing what she will do next just starts to cry
Chorus:
Too many small suggestions
Endin' in angry questions from her dad
Too many T.V. dinners
And everyone loves a winner, but she was lost
No one knows the trials she had
In the shelter
In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming
I heard her crying out, "What is it all about?
I just don't know, but I can't go back home."
Lord, I just don't know, but I can't go back home.
Sheila
Watah in de kitchen!
Church
Water in the bar!
Ensemble
It's all about da water, don't you know
Kinja needs da water, da H2O
It's all about da water, it ain't no lie
Widout de water we shrivel up and die
Sheila
De main cistern go down to zero
De new bossman, he be a hero
Solve de problem, so give a cheer-o
He turn on de water!
Ensemble
H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0
Iris
I had my doubts about this New Yorker
Thought he'd just be a big talker
But as a bossman, he's a corker
He turned on the water
Ensemble
H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0
Paperman
I'm new to Kinja, I admit
But nothing here's gonna make me quit
This island don't scare me a bit
I turned on the water!
Ensemble
It's all about da water, don't you know
All about da water, da H2O
All about da water, it ain't no lie
Widout da water we shrivel up and die!
Ensemble
H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0
I have been out wandering
I have traveled far
One conclusion I have made
Is God don't own a car
He don't wear no fancy clothes
He'd rather take the bus
He would pay a tourist fare
So he could sit with us
He don't have no tambourine
Guitar or slide trombone
The music we make here on Earth
The words they are His own
And when we finally reach His home
And walk among the stars
He'll join our band then we'll understand
Why God don't own a car
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
There are oceans of feelings between us
Currents that take us and sweep us away
That's why we seldom have seen us
In the light of a cold hard day
Lots of new friends with the same old answers
Open your eyes, you might see
Of our lives were that simple
We'd live in the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
If the phone doesn't ring
You'll know that it's me
I'll be out in the eye of the storm
If the phone doesn't ring
you'll know that I'll be
Where someone can make me feel warm
It's too bad we can't turn
and live in the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
I've had good days and bad days
And going half mad days
I try to let go but you're still on my mind
I've lost all the old ways
I'm searching for new plays
Putting it all on the line
Lots of new friends with the same old problems
Open your eyes, you might see
If our lives were that simple
We'd live in the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
If it takes all the future
We'll live through the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me
I don't smoke, I don't shoot smack
But I got a spicy monkey ridin' on my back.
Don't eat beignets, too much sugar and dough,
But I will play for gumbo
Yes, I will play for gumbo
It started at my Grandma's kitchen by the sea,
She warned me when she told me 'son the first one's free'
It hit me like a rock or some Taikwondo,
Cause I will play for gumbo
Oh yea, I will play for gumbo.
[Chorus:]
A piece of French bread
With which to wipe my bowl,
Good for the body.
Good for the soul.
It's a little like religion
And a lot like sex.
You should never know
When you're gonna get it next.
At midnight in the quarter or noon in Thibadeaux
I will play for gumbo
Yes, I will play for gumbo.
I'm not talkin' quesadillas or a dozen Krispy Kremes,
Or a pound of caviar that's a rich man's dream.
No banana split or fillet of pompano.
No, I will play for gumbo,
Yeah, I will play for gumbo
[Chorus]
Maybe it's the sausage or those pretty pink shrimp
Or that popcorn rice that makes me blow up like a blimp.
Maybe it's that voodoo from Marie Leveaux,
But I will play for gumbo
Yeah, I will play for gumbo
The sauce boss does his cookin' on the stage,
Stirrin' and a singing for his nightly wage.
Sweating and frettin' from his head to his toe,
Playin' and swayin' with the gumbo
Prayin' and buffetin' with the gumbo
[Chorus]
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