A White Sport Coat & A Pink Crustacean

  1. The Great Filling Station Holdup

    The Great Filling Station Holdup WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN
    by Jimmy Buffett
    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 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
    Cause that great fillin' station holdup
    Cost me two good years. We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP
    A big ole 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.

    (Chorus)
    We were sittin' in the Krystal
    About as drunk as we could be
    In walked the deputy sheriff
    He was holding our TV
    He roughed us, then he cuffed us
    And he took us off to jail
    No picture on a poster, no reward, and no bail.
    (Repeat chorus)

    1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
    All Rights Reserved
  2. Railroad Lady

    Railroad Lady
    A WHITE SPORTSCOAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN
    by Jimmy Buffett/Jerry Jeff Walker
    She's a railroad lady
    Just a little bit shady
    Spending her days on the train
    She's a semi-good looker
    The fast rails they took 'er
    Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again. South Station on Boston to the stockyards of Austin
    From the Florida sunshine to the New Orlean's 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
    Spending her life on the trains
    Once a pullman car traveler
    Now the brakeman won't have 'er
    She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again. Once a high balling loner he thought he could own 'er
    He bought her a fur and a big diamond ring
    She hocked them for cold cash
    Left town on the Wabash
    Never thinking of home way back then. But the rails are now rusty
    The dining car's dusty
    The gold plated watches have taken their toll
    The railroads are dying
    And the lady she's crying
    On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal. She's a railroad lady
    Just a little bit shaky
    Spending her life on the train
    She's a semi-good looker
    But the fast rails they took 'er
    Now she' tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
    1973 Let There Be Music Inc. (ASCAP)
    Groper Music Inc. (BMI)
    All Rights Reserved
  3. He Went to Paris

    He Went To Paris A WHITE SPORTSCOAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN
    by 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 fine 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 whole 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 pilings
    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
  4. Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit

    Grapefruit - Juicy Fruit
    A WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by 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
    Chuggin' down 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
  5. Cuban Crime of Passion

    Cuban Crime of Passion
    A WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett
    Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
    He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
    The ladies would pay and pay
    Then one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town
    And nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds. 'Cause he met up with Marita, a dancer in from the Coast
    Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild
    He loved that lady the most
    'Til 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
    Anejo and knives a slashin'
    But that's what the people like to read about
    Up in America, up in America. Well, they never found Marita, some people say she got ill
    And 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. (Repeat chorus)

    1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
    All Rights Reserved
  6. Why Don\'t We Get Drunk

    Why Don't We Get Drunk
    A WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett
    I 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
  7. Peanut Butter Conspiracy

    Peanut Butter Conspiracy
    A WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett
    Lookin' back at my hard luck days
    I really do have to laugh
    Workin' in a dive for twenty-six dollars
    Spendin' it all on draft
    We were hungry hard luck heroes
    Tryin' just to stay alive
    So we'd go down to the corner grocery
    This is how we'd survive. (Chorus)
    Who's gonna steal the peanut butter
    I'll get a can of sardines
    Runnin' up and down the aisles of the Mini-Mart
    Stickin' food in our jeans
    We never took more than we could eat
    There was plenty left on the racks
    We all swore if we ever got rich
    We would pay the Mini-Mart back
    Yes Sir, yes Sir
    We would pay the Mini-Mart back. It was a two man operation
    Had it all down on a note
    Ricky would watch the big round mirror
    And I'd fill up my coat
    Then we'd head for the check-out aisle
    With a lemon and a bottle of beer
    Into the car got to make it on home
    'Cause supper time is gettin' near.
    (Repeat chorus) I guess every good picker has had some hard times
    I have had my share
    It's really kinda funny to laugh at it now
    But I don't wanna go back there
    So every now and then when I'm in a grocery
    I'll take a little but not much
    'Cause you never know when the hard times will hit ya
    And I don't want to lose my touch.
    (Repeat chorus)

    1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
    All Rights Reserved
  8. They Don\'t Dance Like Carmen No More

    They Don't Dance Like Carmen Any More
    A WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett
    Walkin' down new streets the 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 old Cougie, my what a pair
    Doin' the Rhumba as no one else dared
    Slidin' and glidin' 'cross Hollywood floors
    But they don't dance like Carmen no more. She had a big hat, my it was high
    Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky
    And how she could balance them, I wouldn't dare
    'Cause they don't dance like Carmen nowhere But the lady's not with us, she died long ago
    And they don't run 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.
    (Repeat second verse)

    1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
    All Rights Reserved
  9. I Have Found Me a Home

    I Have Found Me a Home
    WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett
    The days drift by
    They don't have names
    And none of the streets here look the same
    And there are so many quiet places
    And smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces. (Chorus)
    And I have found me a home
    Yes, I have found me a home
    And you can have the rest of everything I own
    'Cause I have found me a home. My old red bike
    Gets me around
    To the bars and the beaches of my town
    And there aren't many reasons I would leave
    Yes, I have found me some peace. And the ladies aren't demanding there
    They never ask too much
    And when you're coming off a cold love
    That's sure a nice warm touch.
    (Chorus) The days drift by
    They don't have names
    And none of the streets here look the same
    And there aren't many reasons I would leave
    Yes, I have found me some peace
    Yes, I have found me a home.

    1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
    All Rights Reserved
  10. My Lovely Lady

    My Lovely Lady
    A WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett
    When I pay my bills
    Gonna leave these Tennessee hills
    Take my lady to the sea
    That's where we both come from
    That's where we both belong
    Think I'll go back to the Keys. (Chorus)
    'Cause I don't want the thing that brings confusion
    Where people recognize you on a plane
    All I want's the quiet and the comforts
    That livin' with my lovely lady brings. Somehow we survived the double talk and jive
    Things are looking better all the time
    I owe her all I can 'cause she made me understand
    The simple way that we should live our lives.
    (Chorus) Let me tell you now she can eat her own weight up in crab meat
    And there's plenty of that down there by the sea
    Well, we're sailing in those warm December breezes
    Sendin' picture post cards back to Tennessee.
    (Repeat chorus)

    1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
    All Rights Reserved
  11. Death of an Unpopular Poet

    Death of an Unpopular Poet
    A WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett
    I once knew a poet who lived before his time
    He and his dog Spooner would listen as he'd rhyme
    Words to make you happy and words to make you cry
    And then one day the poet suddenly did die. But he left behind a closet filled with verse and rhymes
    And through some strange transaction
    One was printed in the Times
    And everybody's searching for the king of underground
    They found him down in Florida with a tombstone for a crown. And everybody knows a line from his books that cost $4.99
    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
    They 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 old hound
    Growing old on steak and bacon in his doghouse ten feet 'round
    And everybody wonders did he really lose his mind
    No, he was just a poet who lived before his time
    Yes, he was just a poet who lived before his time.

    1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
    All Rights Reserved

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