Jimmy Buffet's, Cheeseburger In

Jimmy Buffet

Jimmy Buffet's, "Cheeseburger In Paradise" Misheard Lyrics: Cheeseburger and a bag of fries Correct Lyrics: Chesseburger in Paradise Jimmy Buffet's, "Margaritaville" Misheard Lyrics: Blew out my flip flop, Stepped on a poptart Correct Lyrics: Blew out my flip flop, Stepped on a pop top

Jimmy Buffet's, "Margaritaville" Misheard Lyrics: Searching for my lost jiggering son or Lookin for that Don Shafer and Son or Lookin' for my life's sugar and salt or Lookin for my lost gibberish dog Correct Lyrics: Lookin for my lost shaker of salt Jimmy Buffet's, "Margaritaville" Misheard Lyrics: Some people claim there's a woman to blame But I know it's my own grandpa Correct Lyrics: Some people claim there's a woman to blame But I know it's my own damn fault

Jimmy Buffet's, "Margaritaville" Misheard Lyrics: Wish there's a way to get that Margarita in Correct Lyrics: Wastin' away again in Margaritaville Jimmy Buffet's, "Tampico Trauma" Misheard Lyrics: Scratch my balls Correct Lyrics: Stretch my claws

Jimmy Buffet's, "Volcano" Misheard Lyrics: I don't know where I'm-a gonna go when the wild people go. Correct Lyrics: I don't know where I'm-a gonna go when Vol-cano blows. A White Sport Coat And A Pink Crustacean

By Jimmy Buffett, 1973

Great Filling Station Holdup

By: Jimmy Buffett 1973

I pulled into the regular pump I was feelin' quite at ease I rolled down my window and told the man, "Fifty cents worth please" Then out jumped my partner with his trusty pellet gun He said, "Boy this is a holdup, keep 'a pumpin' and don't run"

Chorus: And now I wish I was somewhere other than here Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here Because that great fillin' station holdup Cost me two good years

We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP A big ol' jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career We're wanted men, we'll strike again But first let's have a beer

(guitar instrumental)

We were sittin' in the Krystal About as drunk as we could be In walks the deputy sheriff And he's holdin' our TV Roughed us then he cuffed us And he took us off to jail No pictures on a poster, no reward and no bail

Chorus: And now I wish I was somewhere other than here Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here 'Cause that great fillin' station holdup Cost me two good years

Coda: Yes that great fillin' station holdup It cost me two good years Railroad Lady

By: Jimmy Buffett, Jerry Jeff Walker 1973

She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her days on the trains She's a semi-good looker But the fast rails they took 'er Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

South Station in Boston to the freightyards of Austin From the Florida sunshine to the New Orleans rain Now that the railpacks Has taken the best tracks She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her life on a train Once a pullman car traveller Now the brakeman won't have 'er She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

Once a high ballin' loner he thought he could own 'er Bought her a fur and a big diamond ring She hocked 'em for cold cash Left town on the Wabash Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home way back then

But the rails are now rusty The dinin' car's dusty Gold plated watches have taken their toll Yeah the railroads are dyin' And the lady she's cryin' On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal

She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her life on a train She's a semi-good looker But the fast rails they took 'er Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

Coda: Yes on a bus to Kentucky and home once again

He Went To Paris

By: Jimmy Buffett 1973

He went to Paris lookin' for answers To questions that bothered him so He was impressive, young and aggressive Savin' the world on his own

But the warm summer breezes The French wines and cheeses Put his ambition at bay The summers and winters Scattered like splinters And four or five years slipped away

Then he went to England, played the piano And married an actress named Kim They had a fine life, she was a good wife And bore him a young son named Jim

And all of the answers and all of the questions Locked in his attic one day 'Cause he liked the quiet clean country livin' And twenty more years slipped away

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady And left him with only one eye His body was battered, his whole world was shattered And all he could do was just cry

While the tears were a-fallin' he was recallin' Answers he never found So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean And left England without a sound

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's And drinks his Green Label each day Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin' But he don't care what most people say

Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion If he likes you he'll smile and he'll say "Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic But I had a good life all the way"

Coda: And he went to Paris lookin' for answers To questions that bothered him so

Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit

By: Jimmy Buffett 1973 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 It's good for ya soul

Cuban Crime of Passion

By: Jimmy Buffett, Tom Corcoran 1973

Well now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars Ladies would pay and pay One night he did wind up playin' in Havana town Nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds

He met up with Meritta, a dancer in from the Coast Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild He loved that lady the most One night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life And then he turned his own cold hand

Chorus: And it's just a Cuban crime of passion Messy and old fashioned Yeah, that's what the papers did say It's just a Cuban crime of passion Anjejo and knives a slashin' Yeah but that's what the people like to read about Up in America, up in America

Well now they never found Meritta, some people say she got ill Billy Voltaire had no one to claim him, he was buried on pauper's hill And no one talks about 'em no more, it happened just a week ago But people get by and people get high In the tropics they come and they go

Chorus: And it's just a Cuban crime of passion Messy and old fashioned Yeah, that's what the papers did say It's just a Cuban crime of passion Anjejo and knives a slashin' But that's what the people like to read about Up in America, up in America Why Don't We Get Drunk By: Marvin Gardens 1973

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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy

By: Jimmy Buffett 1973

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 grass We were hungry hard-luck heroes Tryin' just to stay alive 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 the can of sardines Runnin' up and down the aisle of the Mini Mart Stickin' food in our jeans We never took more than we could eat There was plenty left on the rack 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 that 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 Suppertime's getting near

Chorus: So who's gonna steal the peanut butter I'll get the can of sardines Runnin' up and down the aisle of the Mini Mart Stickin' food in our jeans Never took more than we could eat There was plenty left on the rack 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

I guess every good picker has had some hard times I sure had my share It's really kinda funny to laugh at 'em now But I don't want to go back there So every now and then when I'm in the grocery I'll take a little but not much 'Cause you never know when those hard times'll hitcha And I don't want to lose my touch Chorus: So who's gonna steal the peanut butter I'll get the can of sardines Runnin' up and down the aisle of the Mini Mart Stickin' food in our jeans We never took more than we could eat There was plenty left on the rack 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 Yes sir, yes sir We would pay the Mini Mart back

They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More

By: Jimmy Buffett 1973

Walkin' down new streets, music is loud Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds But I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore 'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more

She and ol' Cougie, my what a pair Jus' doin' the Rhumba as no one else dared Slidin' and glidin' 'cross Hollywood floors But they don't dance like Carmen no more

-- Spoken: "Take it Marvin"

"Shk chk, shk chk, shk chk"

Well now she had a big hat, my it was high Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky How she could balance it, I wouldn't dare But they don't dance like Carmen nowhere

"Shk chk, shk chk, shk chk"

Ah but the lady's not with us, she died long ago And they don't show her movies on late midnight shows 'Cause the kids would get restless, and the grown-ups would snore 'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more

Well now she and old Cougie, my what a pair Just doin' the Boogie as no one else dared Slidin' and glidin' 'cross hardwood waxed floors But they don't dance like Carmen no more

No more No no no more And I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore But they don't dance like Carmen no more Nah they don't dance like Carmen no more

Coda: Ten cents dance, I might take a chance But they don't dance like Carmen no more

I Have Found Me A Home

By: Jimmy Buffett 1973

The days drift by They don't have names None of the streets here look the same And there're so many quiet places And smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces

Chorus: And I have found me a home I have found me a home You can have the rest of everything I own 'Cause I have found me a home

My ol' red bike Gets me around To the bars and the beaches of my town There aren't many reasons I would leave 'Cause I have found me some peace

And the ladies aren't demandin' here They'll never ask too much When you're comin' off a cold love That's sure a nice warm touch

Chorus: Yes I have found me a home I have found me a home You can have the rest of everything I own 'Cause I have found me a home

And the days drift by They don't have names And none of the streets here look the same There aren't many reasons I would leave 'Cause I have found me some peace

Yes I have found me a home I have found me a home You can have the rest of everything I own 'Cause I have found me a home Yes I have found me a home

My Lovely Lady

By: Jimmy Buffett 1973

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 fame 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: And I don't want the fame 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

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 sailin' in those warm December breezes Sendin' picture postcards back to Tennessee

Chorus: Yes and I don't want the fame 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 Yeah that livin' with my lovely lady brings Death Of An Unpopular Poet

By: Jimmy Buffett 1973

I once knew a poet Who lived before his time He and his dog Spooner Would listen while he'd rhyme Words to make ya happy Words to make you cry Then one day the poet suddenly did die

But he left behind a closet Filled with verse and rhyme And through some strange transaction One was printed in the Times And everybody's searchin' For the king of undergound Well they found him down in Florida With a tombstone for a crown

Everybody knows a line From his book that cost four ninety-nine I wonder if he knows he's doin' Quite this fine

'Cause his books are all best sellers And his poems were turned to song Had his brother on a talk show Though they never got along And now he's called immortal Yes he's even taught in school They say he used his talents A most proficient tool

But he left all of his royalties To Spooner his ol' hound Growin' old on steak and bacon In a doghouse ten feet 'round And everybody wonders Did he really lose his mind No he was just a poet who lived before his time He was just a poet who lived before his time Volcano

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 Treat Her Like A Lady

Treat Her Like a Lady By: Jimmy Buffett, David Loggins 1979

Chorus: Some of us sailors call her home She's big and she's strong and she's mighty Some of us sailors call her our own Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady Just treat her like a lady

Now I don't like the sound of the ground movin' 'round Or winds spinnin' out of control California earthquakes, only seem to make a' me Shake, rattle, and roll

I've been too long on the mainland Hotels, rental cars, and phones Time to cast 'em aside, catch the very next tide And go back, where I belong

Chorus: Some of us sailors call her home She's big and she's strong and she's mighty Some of us sailors call her our own Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady Treat her like a lady

Now great whales travel the rhumb lines Dodging those deadly harpoons Spawning their young, as their ancestors done In the depths of her hidden lagoons

There're times I find myself with them And times I feel as they do We're on a similar course, it's just a different source But I'm in danger of extinction too

Chorus: Some of us sailors call her home She's big and she's strong and she's mighty Some of us sailors call her our own Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady Treat her like a lady Treat her like a lady Treat her like a lady

And miss her when I'm gone

(Lady, lady) treat her like a lady (Lady, lady) treat her like a lady (Lady, lady) got to treat her like a lady (Lady, lady) treat her like a lady Lady, lady Lady, lady Lady, lady

Notes - Electric Guitar: Keith Sykes Background Vocals: The Embarrasing Stains (James Taylor, Alex Taylor, Hugh Taylor), Deborah McColl, Dave Loggins

Stranded On A Sandbar

Stranded On A Sandbar By: Jimmy Buffett 1979

I enjoy this life as a jester Seems to keep me movin' around Like the wind that blows Tide that flows Have my ups and downs

All a part of some strange plan I'm sure Start a new chapter each day Honey, love gets lost, time gets tossed 'Cause we've both got our own different ways

Chorus: I feel like I'm stranded on a sandbar Stuck in my tracks like a street car Playin' it for all that it's worth I'm just payin' for my sins on earth

Now I used to go crazy for days at a time Now I'm takin' my time with my days Haven't found the answers like some that I know I'm just stuck in a fairly nice maze

Climb to the top of the island tonight Sit beneath the cashew tree I want to count the stars, lights on the cars That are shinin' up and down on me

Chorus: I feel like I'm stranded on a sandbar Baby I'm stuck in my tracks like a street car Playin' it for all that it's worth I'm just payin' for my sins on earth

Chorus: I feel like I'm stranded on a sandbar Sugar I'm stuck in my tracks like a street car Playin' it for all that it's worth I'm just payin' for my sins on earth

Coda: I enjoy this life as a jester Seems to keep me movin' around

Notes - Acoustic Guitar: Keith Sykes Background Vocals: Deborah McColl, Harry Dailey, Andy McMahon

Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants

Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants By: Jimmy Buffett 1979 [Song for the little children]

Now young Mister Moon flew away in the night With his best friend Magnus right by his side They soared through the Milky Way counting the stars Once around Venus twice around Mars

Then they spied an island rise out of the sea They fell back to Earth just as free as you please The children all gathered the church bells did ring Suddenly everyone started to sing

Chorus: Chanson pour les petits enfants Chanson pour tout le monde Chanson pour les petits enfants Chanson pour tout le monde

Queen of the island she welcomed them in Asking 'em questions of where they had been She offered 'em chocolate she offered them tea They all took their seats in the top of a tree

And racoons brought wine and the mice they brought cheese Beautiful birds floated by on the breeze From out in the oceans the dolphins began Humming a tune that soon covered the land

Chorus: Chanson pour les petits enfants Chanson pour tout le monde Chanson pour les petits enfants Chanson pour tout le monde

So young Princess Leia brought coral and pearls Gifts to the travelers from some other world The Bushdoctor mixed up a magical spell Swore them to secrecy never to tell So young Mister Moon flew away in the night With his best friend Magnus still right by his side The sun was just rising, they'd be home by noon Humming the words to this magical tune

Chorus: Chanson pour les petits enfants Chanson pour tout le monde Chanson pour les petits enfants Chanson pour tout le monde

Chorus: Chanson pour les petits enfants (Song for children) Chanson pour tout le monde (Song for the world) Chanson pour les petits enfants (Song for children) Chanson pour tout le monde (Song for the world)

Survive

Survive By: Jimmy Buffett, Mike Utley 1979

I play the stereo loud When I'm away from the maddening crowd Smokin', jokin' Clowns we all are

Sometimes, kinda get real ill When I receive my monthly telephone bill But you say it, and I'll pay it 'Cause it just helps me to

Chorus: Survive (survive), stay alive 'Til I see you again Survive, stay alive Can't say where it ends

Clouds lift and there're mountains below Been awhile since I've seen any snow It's chillin', so thrillin', so good to be back

Feels nice, to be home for awhile Let's sip champagne till we break into smiles We'll go dancin', romancin' 'Cause you're the reason I

Chorus: Survived (survived), stayed alive Through the thick and the thin Survive, stay alive Where 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

Chorus: Survive (survive), stay alive Through the thick and the thin Survive, stay alive Until it all ends

Oh we'll, survive (survive), stay alive When will it all end Survive, stay alive Till I see you again

Notes - Background Vocals: James Taylor, Alex Taylor, Hugh Taylor, Deborah McColl Venetta Fields, Brenda Bryant, Paulette Brown

Lady I Can't Explain

Lady I Can't Explain By: Jimmy Buffett 1979

What could I do? That's never been done before What can I say? That hasn't been said by scores

If I was a designer I could do nothin' finer Than dress you in style But I'm a hopeless romantic still behind all these antics Is a heart full of smiles

So I'll just keep on dreamin' (I'll just keep on dreamin') Thoughts that are in my brain You just keep on bein' Lady I can't explain

I know that I've The imagination of a child And there are times When I let it all run wild

But if I hurt, you forgive Still you won't let me live Some of those episodes down

That's why I love you And put no one above you Love your sights and your sounds

So, I'll just keep on movin' (I'll just keep on movin') When the forecast calls for rain You just keep on bein' Lady I can't explain

So I'll just keep on movin' (I'll just keep on movin') When the forecast calls for rain You just keep on bein' The lady I can't explain No no, the lady I can't explain

Coda: Ah, yes I love you Put no one above you You're the lady I can't explain

Notes - Background Vocals: James Taylor, Deborah McColl

Boat Drinks

Boat Drinks By: Jimmy Buffett 1979

Boat drinks Boys in the band ordered boat drinks Visitors scored on the home rink Everything seems to be wrong

Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare I gotta to fly to Saint Somewhere I'm close to bodily harm

Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on Nobody cares they are way too far gone Screamin' "boat drinks", something to keep 'em all warm

This mornin', I shot six holes in my freezer I think I got cabin fever Somebody sound the alarm

I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow Could you beam me somewhere Mr. Scott? Any ol' place here on Earth or in space You pick the century and I'll pick the spot

Oh I know, (I know) I should be leaving this climate I got a verse but can't rhyme it I gotta go where it's warm

Boat drinks Waitress I need two more boat drinks Then I'm headin' south 'fore my dream shrinks I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm) I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm) I gotta go where it's WARM!

I gotta go where there ain't any snow Where there ain't any blow 'Cause my fin sinks so low I gotta go where it's warm

Notes - Background Vocals: Deborah McColl, Harry Dailey, Jimmy Buffett

Dreamsicle

Dreamsicle By: Jimmy Buffett 1979

Let me tell ya' now He sips, he quips Dreams a lot about sailing ships Wants to throw it all away Wants to have it back someday

Love's fool, Sears tools Wants to win that football pool Spend it on some real good grass Disappearin' oh so fast

Tell my story pain and glory Guess my occupation Free and easy warm and breezy Overnight sensation

I got house pets, Lear jets Tryin' to learn about basinettes Oh Miss Piggy dance with me Let me take you to the sea

Dreamsicle, big dill pickle High school honeys sure were fickle I'll be damned, country ham Takes me back to Alabam'

So won't you tell my story pain and glory Guess my occupation Free and easy warm and breezy Overnight sensation

Let me tell ya' now He sips, he quips Dreams a lot about sailing ships I'll be damned, country ham Takes me back to Alabam' I'll be damned, country ham Takes me back, to Alabama

Notes - Background Vocals: Juan Cadiz, Deborah McColl, Harry Dailey

Sending the Old Man Home

Sending the Old Man Home By: Jimmy Buffett 1979

They're sendin' the old man home Back where the buffalo roam Out in the 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 sendin' the old man home

Faraway (Faraway) Faraway (Faraway) 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 sendin' the old man home

He'll only have his memories Or great books by James Jones 'Cause they're sendin' the old man home

Notes - Background Vocals: Jimmy Buffett, James Taylor, Deborah McColl

This album is dedicated to Jane and Savannah Jane Buffett. Home Search FAQs What's Ne Margaritaville (Chords: D – A – G)

By: Jimmy Buffett 1977

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

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 my own damn fault, Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault In the Shelter

By: Jimmy Buffett 1977

In the shelter In the mornin' as the sun is brightly gleaming 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 But they're too real to understand

Chorus: Too many trite expressions Ending in forced rejections long ago To many innocent faces In too many far out places somethings wrong Let me tell you that somethings 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 may lose it all Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time And knowing well that this could be her final fall

Past the boutique To the alley down the river, people pass her by She sits on a big gray rock, takes off her boots and socks Not knowin' what she will do next just starts to cry

Chorus: Too many wild rejections Endin' in angry questions from her dad Too many T.V. dinners Ah, everyone loves a winner, but she was lost No one knows the trials she had

In the shelter In the mornin' as the sun is brightly gleaming I heard her crying out, "What is it all about? I just don't know, but I can't go back home" Hell, I just don't know, but I can't go back home

Miss You So Badly

By: Jimmy Buffett and Greg Taylor 1977 I guess it all blew up in Missoula There just was no other way After months of goin' crazy, there was nothin' left to say But when the dust had finally settled And the air had quickly cleared Whoa, things were better off than I had feared

Chorus: And I, Miss you so badly, girl I love you madly Feelin' so sad now since I been gone, gone, gone It gets quite confusin', it seems that I'm loosin' Track of the long days since I been home

We're stayin' in a Holiday Inn full of surgeons I guess they meet there once a year They exchange physician's stories And get drunk on Tuborg beer Then they're off to catch a stripper With their eyes glued to her "G" But I don't think that I would ever let 'em cut on me

Chorus: And I, Miss you so badly, girl I love you madly I think I've been had though for stayin' so long, long, long And I'm, just watchin' the Gong Show, waitin' for Zoro Losin' the long days since I been home

I got a head full of feelin' higher And an ear full of Patsy Cline There is just no one who can touch her Hell, I'll hang on every line Oh, crazy how things happen, it's incredible but true The longer I'm gone the closer I feel to you

Chorus: And I, Miss you so badly, girl I love you madly I'm feelin' so glad just to be headin' home, home, home I've been, battlin' motel maids, and chewin' on Rolaids Countin' the hours till I get home Whoa I been, countin' the hours till I get home

Banana Republics

By: Steve Goodman, Jim Rothermel, Steve Burgh 1977

Down to the Banana Republics, down to the tropical sun Go the expatriated Americans, hopin' to find some fun Some of them go for the sailing, caught by the lure of the sea Tryin' to find what is ailing, livin' in the land of the free

Some of them are running from lovers, leaving no foreward address Some of them are running tons of ganja Some are running from the I.R.S.

Chorus: Late at night you will find them In the cheap hotels and bars Hustling the senioritas while they dance beneath the stars Spending those renegade pesos on a bottle of rum and a lime Singin' give me some words I can dance to Or a melody that rhymes

First you learn the native customs soon a word of spanish or two You know that you cannot trust them 'Cause they know they can't trust you Expatriated Americans feelin' so all alone Telling themselves the same lies That they told themselves back home

Down to the Banana Republics, things aren't as warm as they seem None of the natives are buying any second-hand American dreams

Down to the Banana Republics, down to the tropical sun Go the expatriated Americans hopin' to find some fun

Lovely Cruise

By: Johnathan Baham 1977

Drink it up, this one's for you It's been a lovely cruise I'm sorry it's ending, oh it's sad, but it's true Honey, it's been a lovely cruise

Chorus: These moments we're left with May you always remember These moments are shared by few There's wind in our hair and there's water in our shoes Honey, it's been a lovely cruise

-- Spoken: "So let's cruise darlin'"

Chorus: Ohhh, these moments we're left with May you always remember These moments are shared by few And those harbor lights, lord, they're coming into view We'll bid our farewells much too soon So drink it up, this one's for you Honey, it's been a lovely cruise Yeah baby, it's been a lovely cruise Oh darlin', it's been a lovely cruise

Home Sea Last Mango In Paris

By: Jimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings, Michael Utley 1985 "For all the living legends I've had the pleasure to know. There's still so much to be done."

I went down to Captain Tony's, To get out of the heat, Then I heard a voice call out to me, "Son come have a seat", I had to search my memory, As I looked into those eyes, Our lives change like the weather But a legend never dies

Chorus: He said I ate the last mango in Paris, Took the last plane out of Saigon, Took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there's still so much to be done

I had a third world girl in Buzios, With a pistol in each hand, She always kept me covered, As we moved from land to land

I had a damn good run on Wall Street, With my high fashion model wife, I woke up dry beneath the African sky, Just me and my Swiss Army knife

Chorus: I ate the last mango in Paris, Took the last plane out of Saigon, Took the first fast boat to China, And Jimmy there's still so much to be done

We shot the breeze for hours, As the sun fell from the sky, And like the sun he disappeared, Before my very eyes

It was somewhere past dark-thirty, And I went back to the head, I read upon the dingy wall, The words the old man said:

I ate the last mango in Paris, Took the last plane out of Saigon, Took the first fast boat to China, And Jimmy there's still so much to be done

I ate the last mango in Paris, Took the last plane out of Saigon, Took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there's still so much to be done

That's why we wander and follow La Vie Dansante

- Notes: Background Vocals: Timothy B. Schmit (wow the bass player from the Eagles) Jolly Mon Sing

Jolly Mon Sing By: Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Michael Utley 1985 "There are times in this crazy world when I truly hope that somewhere somebody is living this made up life."

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

- Notes: Background Vocals: Timothy B. Schmit, Harry Stinson Featuring Robert Greenidge on steel drums Beyond The End

Beyond The End By: Jimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings 1985 "We are a long way from anything," I told him. "Up ahead turn left and we're fifteen or twenty minutes from Cancun. Turn right and you've got a batch of sixty miles of nothing. So who are we seeing, where is he and how do we get in touch." - Travis McGee from THE LONELY SILVER RAIN

Mayan moon was burnin' We saw visions Of the past returnin' On the shore The band was playin' We all heard What the moon was sayin'

The world keeps closin' in It has before It will again A voice beyond the wind Says we must go Beyond the end So follow Beyond the end

A sea of friends are singin' Vaya con dios [Go with God] Mis amigos [My friends] We take their hopes and feelin's To some new world We'll be revealin'

Old worlds keep closin' in They have before They will again Voices call Beyond the wind Say we must go Beyond the end And follow Beyond the end

(guitar break)

Old worlds keep closin' in They have before They will again Voices call Beyond the wind Say we must go Beyond the end

Old worlds (old worlds) keep closin' in (keep closin' in) They have before (they have before) They will again Voices call (voices call) Beyond the wind Say we must go (say we must go) Beyond the end (beyond the end) And follow Beyond the end

Old worlds (old worlds) keep closin' in (keep closin' in) They have before They will again (oh they will again) Voices call (voices call) Beyond the wind (beyond the wind) Say we must go (say-eeee...) Beyond the end

Old worlds (old worlds) keep closin' in (keep closin' in) (=Roy Orbison) They have before (they have before) They will again (they will again) Voices call (voices call) Beyond the wind (beyond the wind) Say we must go (say we must go) Beyond the end (beyond the end...)

Old worlds keep closin' in (keep closin' in) They have before (they have before) They will again (they will again) Voices call (voices call) Beyond the wind (beyond the wind) Say we must go (say we must go) Beyond the end ...

- Notes: Featuring Josh Leo on lead guitar and Jonathan Edwards and Roy Orbison who take us "beyond the end" The Ocean Almanac Singers are: Timothy B. Schmit, Harry Stinson, Larry Lee, Sam Clayton, Wendy Waldman, Pam Tillis, Val & Birdie. Feeding Frenzy

By Jimmy Buffett, 1990

Recorded Live August 3 & 4, 1990 at Lakewood Amphitheatre, Atlanta GA, and August 7 & 8, 1990 at the Riverbend Amphitheatre, Cinncinnati OH.

You'll Never Work in Dis Bidness Again

"What is going on in here? What are these...what are these microphones? And look at these transmitters. Marion, what are you doing? I hired you as the janitor of this building."

"Sanitary Engineer. And the name be Zion."

"Zion schmion. I'm pulling the plug on this whole cacaka affair. And with God as my witness...You'll never work in dis bidness again!"

"I think I came to the right place, yeah."

"He told it to the monkeys and they didn't talk back. He told the old iguana, and he didn't attack."

They told me before I started, This never ever would work out, Stay in school, don't be a fool, But I had to see what life was about, So I went to Biloxi seekin' fortune and fame, I got hired, I got fired, I got called dirty names,

You'll never (never), never (never), Work in dis bidness again You will never (never), never (never) Work in dis bidness again

I knew I needed representation I found it one night in a bar He was a bondsman and a part-time agent He said that he could make me a star

He said, You don't have to be that good To make it out in Hollywood You just have to change and complain Or you'll never (never), never (never) Work in dis bidness again No you'll never (never), never (never) Work in dis bidness again

I parked cars at the Rainbow I sold maps of the stars I had my nose broke in Spago's When I puked on the bar

All he's played's a double barmitzvah (Bubba played a double barmitzvah!)

It's a jungle out there (we love it) I don't care I'm going back to my parrothead friends I will never (never), never (never) Work in dis bidness again I will never (never), never (never) Work in dis bidness again No you'll never (never), never (never) Work in this bidness again Again

"Thank you very much. Well as if you didn't know by now, we are recording this for a live album. So this is a brand new song written by my good friend Mr. Mac McAnally. This is called In The City...hope you enjoy." The City (Jimmy Buffet)

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 that 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."

Last Mango in Paris

I went down to Captain Tony's To get out of the heat I heard a voice call out to me Son come have a seat I had to search my memories As I looked into those eyes Our lives change like the weather But a legend never dies

Chorus: He said I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon I took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there's still so much to be done

I had a third world girl in Buzios With a pistol in each hand She always kept me covered As we moved from land to land

I had a damn good run on Wall Street With my high fashion model wife Woke up dry beneath the African sky Just me and my Swiss Army knife

Chorus: I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon I took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there's still so much to be done

We shot the breeze for hours As the sun fell from the sky And like the sun he disappeared Before my very eyes

It was somewhere past dark-thirty As we went back to the head I read upon the dingy wall The words the old man said

He said I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon I took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there's still so much to be done

I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon I took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there's still so much to be done

That's why we wander and follow La Vie Dansante

"De ja vu, to you. Yes I have been here before. We'll do this song for all of you people who've been here before for all these years. That's what makes it all happen. I have never ever won an award for any music that I've written, but I don't really care when I have fans like parrotheads. Reward enough." Come Monday (Jimmy Buffet)

"So this is a song for all of you who've been with us for all of the years we've been doing this. And we'll also do it for all you people that weren't alive when this song was a hit. It's called Come Monday."

Headin' up to San Francisco, For the Labor Day week-end show, I've got my hush-puppies on, I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll, Honey I didn't know, That I'd be missin' you so

Chorus: But, come Monday, it'll be all right, Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight, I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze, And I just want you back by my side

Yes, it's been quite a summer, Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains, And now you're off on vacation, Some things are hard to explain, Yeah since I love you so, That's the reason we just had to go

But, come Monday, it'll be all right, Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight, I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze, And I just want you back by my side

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

I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry, I know it's pretty out there, Yeah we can go hikin' on Tuesday, With you I could walk anywhere, California has worn me quite thin, It's so nice to be in Georgia again

And, come Monday, it'll be all right, Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight , I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze, And I just want you back by my side

I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze, And I just want you back by my side, oooh Today's Message

"Oh yes. Welcome, welcome all. In the middle of this parrothead madness this evening we thought it would be appropriate to take a few minutes of your time to reflect on a little spiritual, spiritual healing. Heal'em up sister. We have such a choir with us this evening. We can't wait to hear all of you sing with us. That's why we're here. We heard you all on a couple of songs already. The only thing is, it's not nice to beat Jimmy to the words of his own song."

"Yes, we white people been working on rhythm for a while but we've got a long way to go. So when we get to this next song we'd like for you to sing. I know that some of you may be a little hesitant here. The climate that's going around these days because some pea-brained people think that some of my songs are obscene and nasty. We know better don't we?

But I just feel sorry for the ones that don't. It's just that the times have moved so far ahead of 'em they're back in the pea-brained past."

"Time has moved so fast, I will give you a couple of examples. Today, a pair of tennis shoes costs more than a lot of your first automobiles did. I had a hundred dollar pick-up truck back in those days. I know. Can I get an AMEN for a hundred dollar pick-up truck?"

"Today there are two Madonnas. Our Lady of Fatima over here, and that woman from Michigan runnin' around Italy with Warren Beatty over here. Looks like Helen of Troy. Sue me baby sue me, yeah."

"And uh, we don't want you to think of this song in those terms because this song that we're about to get you to help us with is not a nasty, obscene song. It is a love song, from a slightly different point of view, that's all. And before we sing it we just want to bring you a little message of peace, prosperity, and hope in such a trouble world today. But Reverened Jim has a few things he thinks could work to solve our world problems and our world tensions."

"First of all, we send all the presidents of the savings and loans associations over to run the country of Iraq. That would solve two problems right there. And world peace, I've got an answer for world peace. We take the money that it'd cost us to build just one B-1 bomber, that one that doesn't work. We change it into five dollar bills. We put all of this money into bags and we fly over the Atlantic Ocean, past Europe because they're getting their shit togehter anyway. We drop this money on the Russian people. All those little tiny pictures of Abraham Lincoln come tumblin' down out of the sky. I want them to feel those sawbucks in their hands. You know how your money feels when you accidently leave it in your blue jeans and you take it out and it's all warm and soft, oooh! Well we let those Russian people hang on to that money for about a week and then we fly back over there. We fill our airplanes full of mail order catalogs from L.L. Bean. From up in Columbus, Sporty's Pilot Shop. And Victoria's Secret! The Russian people have this money in their hand, the catalogs come down. They look at those pictures on the opening pages of the Victoria's Secret catalog, not back in the outdoors section, you know what I'm talking about right? They got the money, they got the catalogs, they're going to get the idea. They send all the money back to us to buy the stuff. We have full employment. There's world peace, and the Russians have crotch-less underwear through the twenty-first century! Thank you!"

"So I hope you have no hesitation about joining us in this song. As I said, it is just a love song, from a different point of view." A Love Song (From a Different Point of View) "Okay"

I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here, Your voice sounds so wonderful, But yer face don't look too clear, Bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew, "Alright let's here it", Why (don't we get drunk and screw), "You're on the record!"

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.

"I can't wait for 'em to put that label on my live album. You're sounding absolutely wonderful out there, but we have invited the all, girls choir from Lima, Ohio down here and we can't here them too well now. We'd like all of you gentlemen out in the audience to, just sorta take a break, sit back and let's let these beautiful women of the Nineties tell us how they feel about it. Ladies are you ready? On the count of four. One, two, three, four."

Chorus: Why (don't we get drunk and screw), "Whoo yeah!", I just bought a waterbed it's filled up with Elmer's glue."

They say you are a snuff queen, Let's see what all you macho men can do, Why (don't we get drunk and screw), "Oh yeah.", Why don't we get drunk and screw, "I think we better work this out amongst ourselves.", Why don't we get drunk and screw, oooh yeah One Particular Harbour

"We're going to that one particular harbour. Take our Caribbean roots with us, huh? You certainly look dressed for the occasion."

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, Oh I got too much stuff, I can't explain the likes of me

Chorus: But there's this one particular harbor, So far but yet so near, Where I see the days as they fade away Finally disappear

But then 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've 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

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, Oh how they permeate through me

But there's this one particular harbor, Sheltered from the wind, Where the children play on the shore each day, And all are safe within

A most mysterious calling harbor, So far but yet so near, Where I 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, 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, E mea arofa teie ao nei

(Ua pau te maitai no te fenua), (Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie), (Ua pau te maitai no te fenua) (Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie) Honey Do

You never try to keep the wild ones home So mister don't just sit there and wait Go out on the town makin' all of your rounds It don't matter if you're your own date

(Aah, aah, ah, ah ah ah) (Aah, aah, ah, ah ah ah) Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach 'til my body got fried Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina I can't pronounce my r's or g's When I'm speakin' Southernese Honey do, honey come and do me again Do, do, ba do bie do bie

I've seen that fat cat style Three hundred pounds of jive ass smile Young girls gigglin' all the while That's not my cup of chowder

I go for candlelight Cold champagne every Friday night Honey do, a little toast to me and you

Honey (honey) why couldn't you have taken the non-stop train I'm hungry (hungry) and I really want to see you again

I know it's gettin' late Waiter keeps starin' at your empty plate Maitre'd keeps tellin' me "Sir, she's just not coming" Ba do bie do bie

Now what the hell does Utley know We've been through all this befo' Honey do, little toast to me and you

Honey (honey) why couldn't you have taken the non-stop train I'm hungry (hungry) and I really want to see you again

Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach 'til my body got fried Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina I can't pronounce my r's or g's When I'm speakin' Southernese Honey do, honey come and do me again (one more time) Yeah honey do, honey come and do me again Oh oh oh oh Honey do, honey come and do me again Do do do do do do do ahhhhhhhhh

"Honey do, yeah. Honey do declare I'm gettin' a little bit hungry like that song said. How many people want a cheeseburger out there? Let's server them up right now, they're here." Cheeseburger in Paradise

Tried to amend my carnivorous habit Made it nearly seventy days Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays

Night I'd have these wonderful dreams Some kind of sensuous treat Not Havanas or bananas or daiquiris But that American creation on which I feed

Chorus: Cheeseburger is paradise (paradise) Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise) Not too particular not too precise (paradise) I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise

Heard about the old time Taylor man He eat the same thing again and again Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead Reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn

Times 've changed for sailors these days When I'm in port I get what I need Not Havanas or bananas or daiquiris But that American creation on which I feed.

Chorus: Cheeseburger is paradise (paradise) Medium rare with mustard 'be nice (paradise) Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise) I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise

I like mine with lettuce and tomato Heinz 57 , French fried potatoes Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer Well good God Almighty which way do I steer

Chorus: Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise) Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise) Worth every damn bit of sacrifice (paradise) To get a cheeseburger in paradise I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise To be a cheeseburger in paradise

Pirate Looks at Forty

"This is a song, I guess I wrote this for an old friend of mine a few years back who could just not seem to find his occupation in the twentieth century. So he just chose to live in a fantasy world. And then I looked at him I went, Well what the hell's wrong with that? So if this song has been able to ease your pain ever so slightly, I'm glad I wrote it 'cause that's what it's for. It's called Pirate Looks at Forty."

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall You've seen it all, you've seen it all

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

Jolly Mon

There is a tale that the Island people tell Don't know if it is true but I love it so well Jolly Mon sings for his supper every night People fed him well 'cause he treated them so right Oh oh oh oh Jolly Mon sing Oh oh oh oh make Orion ring

Well he always like to go to the islands 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 magic ring

He was makin' his way home on a dark and stormy night When he heard a cry for help, and he saw a passin' light When he reached the other boat, offered them a hand They said Give us all your cargo As they 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 'cause 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, give 'em everything

The night was filled with magic, they bid the sea goodbye Swam into the heavens and 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, give 'em everything 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

"Goodbye Jolly Mon. This is the scariest song of the evening for some people. Oooohhhh. Especially for any of you people who came here this evening, left somebody at your house to watch after your things. People with names like Snake, Johnny D., Everlasting Moonie. And the last thing the said to you was, Don't worry about a thing, we'll treat it like our own. This could happen to you."

Gypsies in the Palace

"In days of old, when knights were bold, And journeyed from their castles, Trusty men were left behind, Knights needed not the hassles. They helped themselves to pig and peach, And drank from King's own chalice. Oh, it was a stirring sight These gypsies in the palace."

"And as I told my friend Zachary Richard, when you leave home, some things never change."

"Hit it!"

So long boss, knock 'em dead, don't you worry 'bout a thing I wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing The limo's here, your bags are packed The list is by the phone Me and Snake will watch your place, treat it like our own

Look at all this liquor Look at all this food It's only gonna go to waste We're not really being rude But the good stuff's in his closet, I swear he wouldn't mind Hell we'll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time

We're gypsies in the palace, He's left us here alone The Order of the Sleepless Knights Will now assume the throne We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight

There's damsels in distress up there And we got all this beer We'll free them from their condos Bring 'em over here We'll show them his gold records Play his music loud We'll party just like Bubba does We'll do the old man proud

We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right We're gypsies in the palace, and a' goin' wild tonight

He's the greatest guy to work for, man he's really cool Hey Snake this party's gettin' dull Throw someone in the pool Let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake we need more wine

We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right We're gypsies in the palace, and we're raisin' hell tonight

Hi there boss, what's goin' on You say you're coming WHEN? I'll send Snake out to pick you up tomorrow night at ten, OKAY! Everybody outta here, this joint is closin' down We gotta find someone to clean this up He's comin' back to town

Hi there boss we waxed your car We raked and mowed your lawn We couldn't find enough to do In the short time you were gone Man it sure is peaceful here, you've really got it all And if we ever hit the road again, give me and Snake a call

We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone The Order of the Sleepless Knights Will now assume the throne We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight

Fins

"Fins to the left... Fins to the right... Feeding Frenzy recorded live in Cincinnati tonight!"

She came down from Cincinnati It took her three days on a train Lookin' for some peace and quiet Hopes to see the sun again

Lives down by the ocean Takin' care to look for sharks They hang out down around the Waterfront way And feed right after dark

Chorus: Can't you feel 'em circlin', honey Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around Fins to the left, fins to the right You're the only bait in town Oh oh Oh oh You got fins to the left, fins to the right You're the only bait in town

Saving up most of her money "I thought I saw something" Wants to head it south in May Roll in the sand with a rock 'n' roll man Somewhere down Montserrat way

The money's still good in the season Helps to lighten up her load Boys keep her high as the months roll by She's getting postcards from the road

Chorus: Can't you feel 'em closin' in, honey Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around Fins to the left, fins to the right You're the only bait in town Sailed off to Antigua Three days on a boat Lookin' for some peace and quiet Hopes to keep her dreams afloat

Feels like a remora School's still close at hand Just behind the reef are the big white teeth The sharks that swim on the land

Chorus: Can't you feel 'em circlin', honey Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around Fins to the left, fins to the right You're the only bait in town Hey you got fins to the left, fins to the right You're the only girl in town

"Oh yeah! Sittin' here in the city of Atlanta, the state of Georgia, on the island of Margaritaville. Please remain standing for the national anthem." Margaritaville D - A

Nibblin' on sponge cake, Watchin' the sun bake, All of these parrotheads covered with oil, "Look at ya" Strummin' my six string, On my front porch swing, Smell those shrimp hey they're beginnin' to boil (Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble...)

Chorus: G – A - D Wastin' away again in Margaritaville, Searching for my lost shaker of salt, Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know this is usually some woman's fault

I don't know the reason, I stayed here all season, With nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo, But it's a real beauty, Oh those Atlanta cuties, Over the years well I have met me a few, "And they've been so good to me."

Chorus: Wastin' away again in Margaritaville, Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt, Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, Now you really think I'm gonna admit this is my fault, Ha

I blew out my flip-flop, Stepped on a pop-top, I broke my leg twice I had to limp on back home, But there's booze in the blender, Soon it will render, That frozen concoction that helps me hang on, (hang on, hang on, hang on)

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville (yes I am, yes I am), 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, "Let's admit it boys" Yes, some people claim that there's a woman to blame, There always is and I know, It's my own damn fault My damn fault

"It's my fault alright." "I'd like to take you back to the beginnings when I first heard this song. This is what got me out of Mobile, Alabama. Thank you Harry Belafonte. I hope you like what we've done to your song. Here we go."

Jamaica Farewell

Down the way where the nights are gay And the sun shines daily on the mountaintop I took a trip on a sailing ship But when I reached Jamaica I made her stop

Chorus: Now I'm sad to say I'm on my way (on my way) I won't be back for many a day My heart is down My head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

Sounds of laughter everywhere And the dancing girls sway to and fro I must declare my heart is there Though I have been from Maine to Mexico

Chorus: Still I'm sad to say I'm on my way (on my way) I won't be back for many a day My heart is down My head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

"Yeah, Robert G."

Down at the market you can hear Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear Ackev rice, salt fish are nice Oh the rum is fine anytime of year

Chorus: Now I'm sad to say I'm on my way (on my way) I won't be back for many a day My heart is down My head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

Down the way where the nights are gay And the sun shines daily on the mountaintop I took a trip on a sailing ship But when I reached Jamaica I made her stop

Chorus: Now I'm sad to say I'm on my way (on my way) I won't be back for many a day My heart is down My head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

"On my way Harry. Holy cow. I don't know!"

Volcano

"It's gonna blow!"

Chorus: Hey I don't know I don't know I don't know where I'm a gonna go When the volcano blow

Chorus: Well let me hear ya I don't know (up on the lawn) I don't know (up in the front) I don't know where I'm a gonna go When the volcano blow

Ground she's movin' under me Got ya tidal waves out on the sea Sulphur smoke up in the sky The parrotheads ah they know how to fly

Chorus: Hey I don't know I don't know I don't know where I'm a gonna go When the volcano blow

My girl quickly said to me Hey James you better watch your feet That lava comes out soft and hot You better lava me now or lava me not

Chorus: See I don't know I don't know I don't know where I'm a gonna go When the volcano blow

"Hey Mr. Utley."

No time to count what I'm worth Hey I just left the planet earth But a' where I go I hope there's rum After these two shows I'm gonna have me some

Chorus: I don't know I don't know 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 in the 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 Customs there they hassle me (no no no)

Don't want to land no San Diego I'd rather land where I can see (no no no) Don't want to land in the Gulf of Sidra Cincinnati's fine with me

Chorus: I don't know I don't know I don't know where I'm a gonna go When the volcano blow

Chorus: Watch out now, I don't know (I never did) I don't know (I never will) I don't know where I'm a gonna go When the volcano blow

"Thank you!"

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