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Disc 1: Margaritaville
MARGARITAVILLE
Jimmy Buffett Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil. Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault. Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue. Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault. I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on. Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault -
Disc 1: Migration
MIGRATION
Jimmy Buffett Look'in back at my background tryin' to
figure out how I ever got here.
Some things are still a mystery to me
While others are much to clear.
I'm just livin' in the sunshine,
Stay contented most of the time.
Yeah, list'nin to Murphy, Walker and Willie,
Sing me their Texas rhymes. Now most of the people who retire in Florida
are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch.
And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys;
Well I hate those bastards so much.
I wish a summer squall would blow them
all the way up to fantasy land.
They're ugly and square, they don't belong here.
They look a lot better as beer cans. Chorus
Yeah, That's why it's still a mystery to me,
Why some people live like they do.
So many nice things hap'nin out there,
Never even seen the clues.
Whoa, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme.
I know we've been doing our part.
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
and some Texas hidden here in my heart. Well now, I might have joined the merchant marine,
If I hadn't learned how to sing.
And on top of that I got married too early,
And it cost me much more than a ring.
But those crazy days are over,
You've just got to learn from
the wrong things you've done.
I came off the rebound, started looking around,
Figured out it's time to have a little fun. Chorus
Well now, if I ever live to be an old man,
I'm gonna sail down to Martinique.
I'm gonna buy me a sweat stained Bogart suit
and an African parakeet.
And then I'll sit him on my shoulder
and open up my trusty old mind.
I'm gonna teach him how to fuss,
Teach him how to cuss,
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine. Chorus
Yeah, I got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
and some Texas hidden here in my heart. -
Disc 1: Growing Older But Not Up
GROWING OLDER BUT NOT UP
By Jimmy Buffett I rounded first never thought of the worst
As I studied the shortstop's position
Then crack went my leg like the shell of an egg
Someone call a decent physician
I'm no Pete Rose, I can't pretend
While my mind is quite flexible
these brittle bones don't bend Chorus
I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
So let the winds of change blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead Sometimes I see me as an old manatee
Heading south as the waters grow colder
He tries to steer clear of the hum drum so near
It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulders
That's how it flows right to the end
His body's still flexible but that
Barnacle brain don't bend Chorus
So now don't get me wrong
This is not a sad song
Just events that I have happened to witness
And time takes it's toll as we head for the poll
As the days grow more complicated the night life still wins Chorus Let the winds of change blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead -
Disc 1: Holiday [Live]
Holiday
Lyrics & music by Jimmy Buffett, Ralph MacDonald & Bill Eaton, and William Salter The weather channel girl with her perfect weather curl
Is talking "Cold, cold, cold"
You can't get out of bed
You can't remember what you've said
You're feeling old, old, old Is it a fever or depression, anger or aggression
What's the remedy?
We're not talking rocket science
The answer to your question's
Very plain to see (Chorus)
You need a holiday, take a holiday
Find a far-off wonderland
Where you might regain command of your life today
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay You're caught in the Internet
You think it's such a great asset
You're wrong , wrong, wrong
All that fiber optic gear
Still cannot take away the fear
Like and island song Disregard confession, stop trying to make impressions
On your corporate climb
It might come as quite a shock
But you can't really own that rock
It's just a waste of time. So, take a holiday, take a holiday
Find a place to find yourself
Take your life sown off that shelf
Quit acting so blase
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind on some moonlit bay Well, it's only up to you, no one else can teach you to
Go out and have some fun
Though, if you want to stay alive
Evade the big nose dive
Be a comedian And take a holiday, you need a holiday
Find a far-off wonderland
Where you might regain command of your life today
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay You need a holiday, take a holiday
Find a place to find yourself
Take your life down off that shelf
Quit acting so blase
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay. -
Disc 1: Come Monday
COME MONDAY
Jimmy Buffett Headin' up to San Francisco
for the Labor Day weekend show,
I've got my hush-puppies on,
I guess I never was meant for
glitter rock and roll.
And honey I didn't know
that I'd be missin' so. (Chorus)
Come Monday It'll be all right,
Come Monday I'll be holding you tight.
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
and I just want you back by my side. Yes it's been quite a summer,
rent-a-cars and west bound trains.
And now your off on vacation,
somethin' you tried to explain.
And darlin' I love you so that's
the reason I just let you go. Chorus I can't help it honey,
your that much a part of me now.
Remember the night in Montana when
we said there'd be no room for doubt. I hope your enjoyin' the scen'ry,
I know that it's pretty up there.
We can go hikin on Tuesday,
with you I'd walk anywhere.
California has worn me quite thin,
I just can't wait to see you again. End Chorus -
Disc 1: Fruitcakes
Fruitcakes
Jimmy Buffett, Amy Lee Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the cross walk
In the middle of the week Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us Paradise - Lost and found
Paradise - take a look around I was out in California
Where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires and mud slides
They got sushi in the mall
Water bars and Brontosaurs
Chinese modern lust
Shake and bake life with the quake
The secret's in the crust Chorus We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost it's cone-shaped head We spent ninety jillion dollars
Tryin' to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter
Ringing out among the stars Fruitcakes in the galaxy
Fruitcakes on the Earth
Strut naked towards eternity
We've been that way since birth Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us Religion, religion.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa Where's the church, who took the steeple
Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The God's honest truth is it's not that simple It's the Buddhist in you, it's the pagan in me
It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?
It's that born again look, it's the wasp and the Jew
Tell me what's goin on, I ain't got a clue Here come the big ones - Relationships -
We all got 'em, we all want 'em. What do we do with'em? She said you've got to do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug
That's the difference between lightening
And a harmless lightening bug ChorusThe future - Captain's log - Star date 2000 and somethin' We're seven years from the millennium
That's a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal
Now don't look that abstract So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape
And practice what I preach
Get Ja lost in the reggae mon
As I walk along the beach Stay in touch with my insanity
Really is the only way
It's a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day -
Disc 1: We Are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
WE ARE THE PEOPLE OUR PARENTS WARNED US ABOUT
Jimmy Buffett I was supposed to have been a Jesuit priest or a Naval Academy grad
That was the way that my parents perceived me
Those were the plans that they had
Though I couldn't fit the part too dumb or too smart
Ain't it funny how we all turned out
I guess we are the people our parents warned us about You know I could have worked the rigs when the money was big Or hopped a freighter south to Trinidad
And when they tried to draft me I earned a college degree
Buyin' time till things were not so bad
But when I got a guitar found a job in a bar, playin' acid rock til I was numb
Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come. Chorus:
We are the people they couldn't figure out
We are the people our parents warned us about Hey hey, Gardner McKay, take us on the leaky Tiki with you
Clear skies bound for Shanghai, sailin' on the ocean blue Now I got quarters in my loafers tryin' to fight inflation
When it only used to take a cent
Sometimes I wish I was back in my crash pad days before I knew what cash flow meant
Seems everybody's joggin' or heavy into health shit
Don't tell me that I ought to get rolfed
'Cause I love cajun martinis and playin' afternoon golf Chorus
We are the people there isn't any doubt
We are the people they still can't figure out
We are the people who love to sing "Twist and Shout"
(Shake it up, Baby now)
We are the people our parents warned us about. -
Disc 1: Cheeseburger in Paradise
CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISE
Jimmy Buffett Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays. But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat. Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise. I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise. Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn. But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed! Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise. I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise. -
Disc 1: Jolly Mon Sing
JOLLY MON
Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings & Michael Utley There is a tale that the island people tell
Don't care if it is true 'cause I love it so well.
Jolly Mon sang for his supper every night
The people fed him well 'cause he treated them so right Of Jolly Mon sing
Oh make Orion ring And they wanted him to sing on the islands near and far
He always found his way by Orion the lucky star
He'd tell them of their joys, he'd tell them of their woes
They'd love to see him come and hate to see him go Oh Jolly Mon sing
Oh make the music ring He was making his way home on a dark and stormy night
When he heard a cry for help, he saw a flashing light
When he reached the other boat and offered him a hand
They said, "Give us all your cargo." as they took
a pirate stand Oh Jolly Mon sing
Oh give them everything "Jolly Mon we know you - Sing your last song very well"
They tossed him in the ocean cause their hearts were
made in hell
Came along a dolphin, he said,"Jolly Mon Hello"
"I've always loved your singing - climb on board
and don't let go." Oh Jolly Mon sing
Oh make the oceans ring The night was filled with magic as they bid the sea goodbye
They swam into the heavens - they stayed up in the sky
And all the island people when they wish upon a star
See the dolphin and the Jolly Mon who tell them where
they are Oh Jolly Mon sing
Oh make the heavens ring
Oh Jolly Mon sing
Oh make the magic ring -
Disc 1: Pascagoula Run
PASCAGOULA RUN
Jimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver Billy pulled in in a Jaguar
Red convertible sixty-five
Headed home to Mississippi, he'd been
around the world
He was that black sheep uncle of mine His ship had come in, he was lookin' to sin
He was singing his own song
When he yelled from the drive, my heart came alive
"Jimmy boy come along" CHORUS It's time to see the world
It's time to kiss a girl
It's time to cross the wild meridian
Grab your bag and take a chance
Time to learn a cajun dance
Kid you're gonna see the mornin' sun
On the Pascagoula run Friday night at the Stateline Bar
Where the waterfront people dwell
Better watch my step if the floor caves in
I'll go right straight to hell
There were pinball machines and cajun queens
Men with knives and scars
Billy moved 'cross the floor through
the real hard core
And said "Here's where it gets bizarre" Repeat Chorus What do the ladies say what do the ladies say
What do the ladies say, what do the ladies say
What do the ladies say what do the ladies say
What do the ladies say what do the ladies say
What do the ladies say what do the ladies say Bring that young man over here
We gonna buy that boy a beer
And that ain't all we want to do
And bring your crazy uncle too -
Disc 1: Tin Cup Chalice
Tin Cup Chalice
Boats, Beaches, Bars, Ballads I want to go back to the island,
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'.
Give me oysters and beer for dinner ev'ry day of the year,
And I'll feel fine, I'll feel fine. Chorus:
'Cause I want to be there,
I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there.
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with good red wine,
And I'm-a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine. Yeah, now the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water;
Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze.
Salt air it ain't thin,
It can stick right to your skin,
And make you feel fine.
It makes you feel fine. Repeat Chorus. Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal;
Get that Packard up and let's move.
I want to be there before the day
Tries to steal away and leave us behind;
I've made up my mind; Repeat Chorus -
Disc 1: Pencil Thin Moustache
PENCIL-THIN MUSTACHE
Jimmy Buffett Now they make new movies in old black and white,
With happy endings, where nobody fights,
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage,
Honey, jump right up and show your age. I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
and an autographed picture of Andy Divine. Oh, I remember bein' buck toothed and skinny
Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny.
Oh, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too.
Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin up fast,
Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana,
But only jazz musicians were smokin marijuana.
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too. But then it's flat-top, dirty bop, copin' a feel'
grubbin on the living room floor;
They send you off to college to try to gain
a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score.
Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear,
I don't go to church, and I don't cut my hair;
But I can go to movies and see it all there,
Just the way that it use to be. That's why I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache
the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
And an autographed picture of Andy Divine. Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be,
Maybe suave Eerol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby.
If I only had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could do some crusing too. Yeah, Brylcreem, a little dab'll do yah,
Oh, I could do some cruising too. -
Disc 1: Grapefruit/Juicy Fruit
GRAPEFRUIT-JUICY FRUIT
Jimmy Buffett Grapefruit
Bathing suit
Chew a little Juicy Fruit
Wash away the night Drive-in
Guzzle gin
Commit a little mortal sin
It's good for the soul. (Bridge)
And oh, it gets so damn lonely
When you're on the plane all alone
And if I had the money, Honey
I'd strap you in beside me
And never ever leave you
Leave you at home all alone and crying. Ten speed
No need
My pick-up gets me where I please
Shuggin' sown the street.
But I'll be leavin'
In a little while
So close your eyes and I'll
Be back real soon (Repeat bridge)
(Repeat first verse)
1973 ABC/Dunhill Music Inc (BMI)
All Rights Reserved -
Disc 1: Coconut Telegraph
COCONUT TELEGRAPH
Jimmy Buffett Tuesday on the island
Not much goin' on
The parties are all over
They ended just past dawn But the jungle drums are beating
With the tales from late last night
Cause the stories bear repeating
For everyones delight Chorus
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
Can't keep nothin' under their hat
You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph
Sayin' who did dis and dat
Dis and dat dis and dat Now I'm not one to deal in gossip
But was he that big of fool?
To do a belly buster high dive
And miss the entire pool? Now what's the word on sweet Melissa?
And the kid nobody knew
Did Ricardo ever find her?
I swear it's just between me and you Chorus
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
By now everybody knows
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
Just who comes and goes
Comes and goes comes and goes It's humpday on the island
And the lines have all gone dead
All the juicy news is history
I guess everything's been said But when the eagle flies on Friday
And the boys break out the rum
Then the joint begins to jumpin'
And you'll hear those hot lines hum Chorus
Put it on the coconut telegraph
All the celebration and the stress
Put it on the coconut telegraph
In twenty-five words or less -
Disc 1: Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDES
Jimmy Buffett I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night. It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane. These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus) I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus) -
Disc 1: Last Mango in Paris
LAST MANGO IN PARIS
Jimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings & Michael Utley I went down to Captain Tony's to get out of the heat
When I heard a voice call out to me, "Son, come have a seat"
I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes
Our lives change like the weather but a legend never dies He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And "Jimmy, there's still so much to be done." I had a third world girl in Buzios
With a pistol on each hand
She always kept me covered
As we moved from land to land
I had a damn good run on wall street
With my high fashion model wife
Til I woke up dry beneath the African sky
Just me and my Swiss Army knife I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy there's still so much to be done We shot the breeze for hours
As the sun fell from the skies
And like the sun hw disappeared before my very eyes
It was somewhere past dark-thirty
When I went back to the head
I read upon the dingy wall
The words the old man said I ate the last mango in Paris...
....so much to be done.
Why don't we wander and follow la vie dansante. -
Disc 1: Fins
FINS
Jimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark. Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town. She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road. Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land. -
Disc 1: Brown Eyed Girl
BROWN EYED GIRL
Van Morrison Hey, where did we go?
Days when the rains came
Down in a hollow
Playin' a new game Laughin' and a runnin'
Skippin' and a jumpin'
In the misty mornin' fog
With our hearts a thumpin'
It was you, my brown eyed girl
You, my brown eyed girl Now what ever happened
Tuesday is oh so slow
Goin' down the old mine
With a transistor radio Standin' in a sunlit lane
Hidin' 'hind a rainbow's wall
Slippin' and a slidin'
All along the waterfall
It was you, my brown eyed girl
You, my brown eyed girl Do you remember when
We used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da So hard to find my way
Now that I'm on my own
Thought about it just the other day
My, where's the time all gone Can't remember back then Lord
Sometimes I'm overcome thinkin' 'bout
Makin' love in the green grass
Behind the stadium
With you, my brown eyed girl
Do you remember when
We used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da -
Disc 1: One Particular Harbour
ONE PARTICULAR HARBOUR
Jimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth) I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea -
Disc 2: School Boy Heart
School Boy Heart
Jimmy Buffett & Matt Betton I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose I suppose the need to focus never arose
So something like a Swiss Army knife, that's my life
Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me
Breakin' free, breakin' free "Cause I got a school boy heart, novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a bartender ear and a beachcomber style
Piratical nerve and a vaudevillian style I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck
With all hands spread all over the deck,--what the heck.
Then some kind of unseen and unscrupulous mind
Began to pick up what he could find, added ice
Shook me twice, rolled the dice Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a native tongue from way down south
It sits in the cheek of my Gulf coastal mouth I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi,........ -
Disc 2: Volcano
VOLCANO
Jimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey Now, I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
Let me say it now,
I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow. Ground, she movin' under me.
Tidal waves out on the sea.
Sulphur smoke up in the sky.
Pretty soon we learn to fly Chorus
Let me hear you, now
I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
Let me hear you now.
I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow. My girl quickly say to me,
"Mon you better watch your feet."
Lava come down soft and hot.
"You better lava me now or lava me not. Chorus No time to count what I'm worth,
cause I just left the planet Earth.
Where I go I hope there's rhum.
Not to worry mon soon come. Chorus But I don't want to land in New York City,
I don't want to land in Mexico.
I don't want to land on no Three Mile Island;
I don't want to see my skin a-glow. Don't want to land in Comanche Sky Park,
or in Nashville, Tennessee.
I don't want to land in no San Juan airport or
the Yukon Territory. Don't want to land in no San Diego.
Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay.
I don't want to land on no Ayahtolla.
I got nothin' more to say. -
Disc 2: Son of a Son of a Sailor
SON OF A SON OF A SAILOR
Jimmy Buffett As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture. As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles. Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer. Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border. And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices. Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus. Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker. But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer. -
Disc 2: Take Another Road
TAKE ANOTHER ROAD
Jimmy Buffett, Jay Oliver & Roger Guth Seen the false horizon fade away like bisons
Headed for the jungle, the cowboy can't endure
Never look back, that's what he swore
I'll take my pony to the shore
somewhere, somewhere (Chorus)
Take another road to a hiding place
Disappear without a trace
Take another road in another time
On another road in another time
Like a novel from the five and dime
Take another road in another time Follow the equator, like that old articulator
Sail upon the ocean, just like Mr. Twain
Never look back, this is my plan
Run my pony in the sand
Somewhere, somewhere (Chorus)
Take another road, etc...
....another time. Leave my cares behind
Take my own sweet time
Ocean's on my mind (Chorus)
Take another road, etc......
......another time. -
Disc 2: Knees of My Heart
KNEES OF MY HEART I've got a question for you
Please grant me an interview
Don't want to read it in a magazine
Don't want to see it on the silver screen
Don't let the craziness tear us apart I'm down on the knees of my heart
Down here on the knees of my heart This comes from deep in my soul
Your sweet love has taken control
I'll swim across the ocean if you tell me so
I'll take you to the jump up if you want to go
It never is too late to make a brand new start I'm down here on the knees of my heart
Down here on the knees of my heart Oh how I will sing if you give me everything
I live for the day when there's nothing in our way I will be waiting tonight
You'll find my boat by the light
I'm gonna show you what my love can do
Out on the ocean all alone with you
We'll find a desert island on an ancient chart Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart -
Disc 2: In the Shelter
IN THE SHELTER
Jimmy Buffett In the shelter
In the morning as the sun was brightly beaming
I heard her cryin' out what is it all about
I just don't know
But I can't go back home Lonely princess
All the days out on your own are growing empty
Nothing is goin' well if you could only tell them
How you feel
But they're too real to understand Too many trite expressions ended in forced rejections
long ago
Too many innocent faces too many far out places
something's wrong
Let me tell you that something's wrong
It's been that way so long
It's a shame On the street car
To the city where she knows that she might lose it all
Riding for just a dime taking her own sweet time
and knowing well
This could be her final fall Past the boutique
down the alley to the river people pass her by
Sits on the big gray rocks takes off her boots and socks
And knowing what she will do next
Just starts to cry Too many small suggestions ending in angry questions
from her dad
Too many TV dinners and everyone loves a winner
But she was lost
No one knows the trials she had In the shelter
In the morning as the sun was brightly beaming
I heard her cryin' out what is it all about
I just don't know
But I can't go back home Lord I just don't know but I can't go back home. -
Disc 2: Desperation Samba (Halloween in Tijuana)
DESPERATION SAMBA (HALLOWEEN IN TIAJUANA)
Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Timothy B.Schmidt Halloween in Tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I got here
Without a disguise Should I take this last step
or turn myself around
or follow my intuition into that border town Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the despreation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos Pretty girls they beckon
From their rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
in the name of love Don't know where I'm going
Don't like where I've been
There may be no exit
But hell I'm going in Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailer en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos Hear the people singing the same old
haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos -
Disc 2: Barefoot Children In The Rain
Barefoot Children In The Rain
Jimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer SCRATCH MY BACK WITH A LIGHTNING BOLT
THUNDER ROLLS LIKE A BASS DRUM NOTE
THE SOUND OF THE WEATHER IS HEAVEN'S RAG TIME BAND WE ALL FELL DOWN FORM THE MILKY WAY
HANGING' ROUND HERE 'TILL JUDGMENT DAY
HEAVEN ONLY KNOWS WHO'S IN COMMAND Chorus
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
GOT NO NEED TO EXPLAIN
WE'D BE SWINGING ON A BALL AND CHAIN
IT'S ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD BY THOSE WHO PLAY THE GAME
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN SHOW ME YOURS AND I'LL SHOW YOU MINE
TAKE ME BACK TO DAYS FULL WITH MONKEY SHINE'S
BOUNCING ON A BUBBLE FULL OF TROUBLE IN THE SUMMER SUN KEEP YOUR RAFT FROM THE RIVERBOAT
FICTION OVER FACT ALWAYS HAS MY VOTE
AND WRINKLES ONLY GO WHERE THE SMILES HAVE BEEN Chorus
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
GOT NO NEED TO EXPLAIN
WE'D BE SWINGING ON A BALL AND CHAIN
IT'S ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD BY THOSE WHO PLAY THE GAME
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN SCRATCH MY BACK WITH A LIGHTNING BOLT
THUNDER ROLLS LIKE A BASS DRUM NOTE
THE SOUND OF THE WEATHER IS HEAVEN'S RAG TIME BAND THE SKY TURNS BLUE AND THE SUN APPEARS
BUT THE QUESTION'S STILL "WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?"
I DON'T THINK THE ANSWER'S CLOSE AT HAND Chorus
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
GOT NO NEED TO EXPLAIN
WE'D BE SWINGING ON A BALL AND CHAIN
IT'S ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD BY THOSE WHO PLAY THE GAME
BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
IN THE RAIN
IN THE RAIN -
Disc 2: Saxophones
SAXOPHONES I cut my teeth on gumbo rock
Benny Spellman and Doctor John
Sweet Irma Thomas and Frog man Henry
Use to boogie woogie all night long
Tho I love rock and roll the acoustic guitar
was the only way I had of becoming a star
I knew it recognized and traveling around
But they won't play my record in my ol' hometown If I had saxophones
Big baritone, cleanin' up the muddy breaks
If I had Saxophones
I could get some recognition from
that Mobile Alabama DJ Livin' by the ocean sometimes I get the notion
To take my Jane to Alabam
We hang out in a funky little bar
They call it the Shipwreck lounge
Well, we get kinda drunk and we play rock and roll
Grabbin' everybody right down in their soul
When we get to cookin' something's still wrong
There's still something missing from them good old songs If we had saxophones
Big baritone, cleaning up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophones
I could make that joint shimmy like a big
California earthquake If we had saxophone
Big baritone, cleaning up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophone
I could get some recognition from
that Mobile Alabama DJ -
Disc 2: Cowboy in the Jungle
COWBOY IN THE JUNGLE
Jimmy Buffett There's a cowboy in the jungle
And he looks so out of place
With his shrimp skin boots and his cheap Cheroots
And his skin as white as paste Headin' south to Paraguay
Where the gauchos sing and shout
Now he's stuck in Porto Bello
Since his money all ran out
So he hangs out with the sailors
Might and day they're raisin' hell
And his original destination's just another
Story that he loves to tell. With no plans for the future
He still seems in control
From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
He just had to learn to roll. Roll with the punches
Play all of his hunches
Made the best of whatever came his way
What he lacked in ambition
He made up with intuition
Plowing straight ahead come what may. Steel band in the distance
And their music floats across the bay
While American women in muumuus
Talk about all the things they did today
And their husbands quack about fishing
As they slug those rum drinks down
Discussing who caught what
and who sat on his butt
But it's the only show in town. They're tryin' to drink all the punches
They all may lose their lunches
Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six says
Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come what may. I don't want to live on that kind of island
No, I don't want to swim in a roped off sea.
Too much for me, too much for me
I've got to be where the wind and the water are free. Alone on a midnight passage
I can count the falling stars
While the Southern Cross and the satellites
They remind me of where we are
Spinning around in circles
Living it day to day
And still twenty four hours, maybe sixty good years
It's still not that long a stay. We've gotta roll with the punches
Learn to play all of our hunches
Makin' the best of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind ambition
And learn to trust your intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come what may.
And there's a cowboy in the jungle. -
Disc 2: He Went to Paris
HE WENT TO PARIS
Jimmy Buffett He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own.
But the warm Summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
And Summers and Winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away. Then he went to England, played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a good life, she was a good wife
Bore him a young son named Jim.
And all of the answers and all of the questions
He locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
And twenty more years slipped away. Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered, his world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry.
While the tears were falling, he was recalling
The answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound. Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's
And drinks his green label each day
He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say.
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile then he'll say
Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all the way. And he went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bother him so.
1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved -
Disc 2: Creola
CREOLA
Jimmy Buffett, Ralph McDonald & William Salter Creola in my soul-a
I loved what they were sayin'
I loved what they were playin'
Creola (CHORUS 1)
Creola on my victrola
Makes me feel like dancin'
Fall in love romancing the melody
Creola, Creola, Creola for me I remember as a child all the happiness and smiles
That flowed around my grandma's Sunday table
While Auntie Mae was sayin' grace
Papa T would sneak a taste
And catch a funny look from my cousin Mabel Then daddy'd beat the drum
The old folks start to hum
Sing the only songs that we all know
Ambiance so fine, dancin' drinkin' wine
Sing about the lifestyle on the bayou (CHORUS 2)
Creola in my soul-a
I loved what they were sayin'
I loved what they were playin'
Creola Creola on my victrola
Makes me feel like dancin'
Fall in love romancin' the melody
Creola, Creola, Creola for me It's in the mood, it's in the blood
It's in the food, it's in the mud
It's a spicy kind of life
Cre-o-la It's in the mood, it's in the blood
It's in the food, it's in the mud
Creola, Creola, Creola for me (INSTRUMENTAL 2 VERSES) Well the years have come and gone
Still the old song lingers on
I keep it in my heart with fond affection
Like the family good luck charm
That keeps away the harm
Creola's always there for my protection (CHORUS 3)
Creola, good for your soul-a
I loved what they were sayin'
I loved what they were playin'
Creola Creola on my victrola
Makes me feel like dancin'
You fall in love ramancin' the melody
Creola, Creola, Creola for me -
Disc 2: Pirate Looks at Forty
PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTY
Jimmy Buffett Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all. Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams. Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late. I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last. I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends. Instrumental I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile. Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown. -
Disc 2: Sail on Sailor
SAIL ON SAILOR
Beach Boys I sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean
Through restful waters and deep commotion
Often frightened, unenlightened
Sail on, sail on sailor I wrest the waters, fight neptune's waters
Sail through the sorrows of life's marauders
Unrepenting, often empty
Sail on, sail on sailor Caught like a sewer rat alone but I sail
Bought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail Seldom stumble, never crumble
Try to tumble, life's a rumble
Feel the stinging I've been given
Never ending, unrelenting
Heartbreak searing, always fearing
Never caring, persevering
Sail on, sail on, sailor I work the seaways, the gale-swept seaways
Past shipwrecked daughters of wicked waters
Uninspired, drenched and tired
Wail on, wail on, sailor Always needing, even bleeding
Never feeding all my feelings
Damn the thunder, must I blunder
There's no wonder all I'm under
Stop the crying and the lying
And the sighing and my dying Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
-
Disc 2: Captain and the Kid
THE CAPTAIN AND THE KID
Jimmy Buffett
I never use to miss the chance
to climb upon his knee and listen
to the many tales of life upon the sea. We'd go sailing back on barkentines and
talk of things he did, tomorrow just a
day away for the Captain and the Kid. His world had gone from sailing ships
to raking mom's back yard;
he never could adjust to land although
he tried so hard. We both were growing older then and
wiser with our years;
that's when I came to understand
the course his heart still steers. He died about a month ago
while winter filled the air,
and though I cried, I was so proud
to love a man so rare. He's somewhere on the ocean now,
the place he ought to be;
with one hand on the starboard rail,
he's waving back at me.
For the Captain and this kid. -
Disc 1: Why Don't We Get Drunk
WHY DON'T WE GET DRUNK
Jimmy BuffettI really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But your face don't look too clear
So, Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew
Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw. (Chorus)
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen, Honey, I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw.
(Instrumental)
(Repeat chorus)
1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved -
Disc 2: Everybody's Talkin'
EVERYBODY'S TALKIN"
Fred NeilEverybody's talkin' at me.
I don't hear a word they're sayin',
Only the echoes of my mind.People stoppin' starin'
I can't see the faces,
Only the shadows of their eyes.I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
Thru the pourin' rain,
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes.Bankin' off the northeast wind,
Sailin' on a summer breeze,
Skippin' over the ocean like a stone.Everybody's talkin' at me.
I don't hear a word they're sayin',
Only the echoes of my mind.And I won't let you leave my love behind. -
Disc 2: Havana Daydreamin'
HAVANA DAYDREAMIN'
Jimmy BuffettStashed his trash in Ecuador, bought a good suit of clothes.
Flew on up to Mexico, standin' by the shore.
Waiting for some mystery man, to pay him for his time.
Thinkin' about all the money he made,
couldn't help to ease his mind
Havana daydreamin' oh he's just dreamin' his life away. Daddy shucked that sugar cane,
One day he fell dead.
Jesus had a wanderin' feelin'
Swimmin around in his head.
Sailin' on a midnight boat,
There were no questions asked,
Water's so green and the air was so clean
That he stuck right to his task, Havana daydreamin',
Oh he's just schemin', his life away. Ceilin' fan stirs the air
Cigar smoke did swirl,
A fragrance on the pillow case
And he thinks about the girl.
Spillin' wine wine and sharin' good times
She sure could make him smile.
He pays her well but what the hell
He'll be movin' in a little while, Havana daydreamin',
Havana daydreamin'
Oh he'll be dreamin' his life away. -
Disc 2: Bob Robert's Society Band
Bob Robert's Society Band
Lyrics by Jimmy Buffett
Music by Amy LeeWell, you heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shade
Ya heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the Glades
It's a melting pot existence that is hard to contemplate
And a never-ending battle in the Sunshine State But far far away from the front page news
Far far away from the headline blues
Down a secondary road that severely shows its age
The forties comes to life on a make-shift stage (Chorus)
It's the Bob Robert's Society Band
Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand
They don't play grunge and they don't play loud
It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd Well, the word goes out from Melbourne to the Keys
The faithful get the message like it's written on the breeze
Young folks, old folks about to cut a rug
Fox trot, bunny hop, do the jitterbug (Chorus) I saw mini vans from Boca and busses from Perrine
There were people speaking Hindu in the bar-b-que line
A couple on their honeymoon looked a bit confused
But the boys in the band put them fight in the mood. A lady dressed in purple started dancing all alone
Then she sauntered oh so gently to the vacant microphone
She sounded like she's someone and never missed a beat
By the time the number ended they were dancin' in the street They'd died and gone to heaven, that lively little crowd
Trombones and saxophone sent them through the clouds
It could have gone all night but the party had to stop
When they blew the circuit breaker in the souvenir shop