Boomerang Love By: Jimmy Buffett 1989 Hole in the wind behind the island Big blue hole in the middle of my heart I can't forget the time we spent together I can't remember how long Long we've been apart
Chorus: Riding on a boomerang love circling fast Hard to see in a sky so vast Laugh till you cry, cry till you smile Up and down all around Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love
We both know we live in different orbits Different islands different worlds Though we really are the same I'm just glad, glad we started talking Finally realize no one is to blame
Chorus: Riding on a boomerang love can't let go Running fast, moving slow What's the right way, who is to say Tension and suspension On a boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love
Big blue hole out in the ocean Where I dive straight down until I cannot see Feel my way through a bevy of solutions There I realize the answer is in me
Gettin' off of this boomerang love, comin' up for air I want to do what's right, I want to do what's fair Come what may we'll find a way No more tension or suspension No more boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love No more boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love No more boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love
Boomerang, boomerang, boomerang, boomerang love Oh...
Well I just pulled out of Chicago Partied old Chi-town 'round Rollin' along that Interstate 10 Lord knows we're Texas bound
Chorus: Hello Texas Sure is good to see you again Hello Texas Sure is good to see me a friend
Well now we've been to New York City We've been to L.A. too People in them towns love to party down But they don't boogie like the Bee Gees do
Chorus: Hello Texas Sure is good to see you a friend Hello Texas Sure is good to see you again
You know we ain't knockin' the rest of the country No we really think it's great Just seems I left a part of my heart Somewhere in the lone star state
You know we ain't knockin' the rest of the country You know we really think it's great Just seems I left a part of my heart Somewhere in the lone star state
Chorus: Hello Texas Sure is good to see you again Hello Texas Sure is good to see me a friend
Ah, hello Texas Sure is good to see you again Ah, hello Texas Sure is good to see me a friend Hello Texas Sure is good to see you again Ah, hello Texas Sure is good to see me a friend
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, fettucini or bulgar 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 Heard about the old time sailor men They eat the same thing again and again Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead Well it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn But times change, sailors these days When I'm in port I get what I need Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris But that American creation on which I feed
Cheeseburger in Paradise Medium rare with mustard be nice Heaven on Earth with an onion slice 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 my
Cheeseburger in Paradise Makin' the best of every virtue and vice Worth every damn bit of sacrifice to get a Cheeseburger in Paradise I need a Cheeseburger in Paradise I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise
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
'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
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
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
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.'
Son Of A Son Of A Sailor By: Jimmy Buffett 1978 As the son of a son of a sailor I went out on the sea for adventure Expanding the 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 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 greats 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 tight 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 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
By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 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 sails to steam And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
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
And I have been drunk now for over two weeks I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin' Down to rock bottom again Just a few friends, just a few friends
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I go for younger women, lived with several awhile Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day Still could manage to smile Just takes a while, just takes a while
Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
I don't know the reason I stayed here all season 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 Searching 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 heal 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 Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know It's my own damned fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame And I know It's my owned damned fault
Headin' up to san francicso 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' you so
* 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 westbound trains, And now you're off on vacation Somthing you tried to explain
And, Darlin' It's I love you so That's the reason I just let you go
*Repeat
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 enjoying the scenery I know it's pretty up there. We can go hiking on tuesday With you, girl, I would walk anywhere California has worn me quite thin I just can't wait to see you again
*Repeat
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A, Haze And I just want you back by my side
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 these 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
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
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
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine I wish I could jump on a plane So many nights I just dream of the ocean God I wish I was sailin' again Oh, yesterday's 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 changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes Nothing remains quite the same With all of my running and all of my cunning If I couldn't laugh I just would go insane If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane If we weren't all crazy we would go insane
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
I wish I had a pencil thin mustache The 'Boston Blackie' kind A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny Writin' fan letters to Sky King and Penny Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache Then I could solve some mysteries too
Then it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast Drinkin' on a fake I.D. Yeah, 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
Then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore) Yeah, they send you off to college, 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 used to be
That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache The 'Boston Blackie' kind A two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be Maybe suave Errol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby If I only had a pencil thin mustache Then I could do some cruisin' too
Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah Oh, I could do some cruisin' too
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
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
It's gonna blow!' Hey I don't know I don't know I don't know where I'm a gonna go When the volcano blow
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
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
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
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
I don't know I don't know I don't know where I'm a gonna go When the volcano blow
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
By: Jimmy Buffett 1971 Chorus: It's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven Didn't you forget the golden rule You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor But he's a little smart for you to fool
You complain how you forgets the gospel You remind them seek and you shall find Maybe youth will have a time for seeking After they clean up what you left behind
Chorus: 'Cause it's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven Didn't you forget the golden rule You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor But he's a little smart for you to fool
You were right there when the plate was passed last Sunday That's the second time you've been to church all year Could you really call yourself a christian If charity cost half as much as beer Hey
You pray a little more as you grow older You get religion as your hair turns gray But you don't need to worry about hereafter Just worry what you're going to do today
Chorus: 'Cause it's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven Didn't you forget the golden rule You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor But he's a little smart for you to fool Yes my friend I think you've blown your cool Hey
By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason 1970 Why is he cussin' and callin' disgustin' The city that is now his home He never smiles or keeps up with styles He is black and he is all alone And you ask why he's this way Well brother you're too blind to see It's cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me
Get out of the street don't get high on my beat Go on home the policeman warns Just 'cause you're poor why do you declare war I can't help the way that you were born Why are they holdin' him down He's spending his life on his knees 'Cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me
Chorus: Got to help Ellis Got to help Ellis You know we got to help Ellis Ellis Dee Try and help Ellis you and me Got to get to Ellis hear his plea Try and help Ellis get free
Ellis got hooked, he got booked and he shook In his cold little shivery cell While out on the street in that same funky beat Mister pusher was doing well And Ellis Junior cries tears his daddy can't see 'Cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me
Chorus: Got to help Ellis Got to help Ellis You know we got to help Ellis Ellis Dee Try and help Ellis you and me Got to get to Ellis hear his plea Try and help Ellis get free
'Cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me No Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me
