Jimmy Buffett

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

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

(instrumental)

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

Coda:
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown

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

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

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

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

'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.'

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

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

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

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

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

- Notes:
Background vocals: Steve Goodman

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

Thank you!

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

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...

Don't Bug Me
By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley, Jay Oliver
1990

Don't bug Me
Don't mug me
I'm better left alone
Let me twirl
In my world
Out in the wild unknown

Night Crawlin'
Free Fallin'
Just don't get in my way
Don't squish me
Or death wish me
That's all I have to say

I can spin a web
I can spin a tale
(I can spin a tale)
Leave me in the jungle
Take me to the town
Right side up or upside down

I'm fakey
Real Flakey
8 legs and one pea brain
So don't bug me
Don't mug me
Just try and act humane

I can cover tracks
And never leave a trail
(I don't leave a trail)
Leave me in the jungle
Take me to the town
Right side up or upside down

Don't bug me
Don't mug me
I'm better left alone
Let me twirl
In my world
Out in the wild unknown
Don't bug me
Don't mug me
That's all I have to say.

Moonlight and Magnolias
Starlight in your hair
All the world, a dream-come-true
Did it really happen?
Was I really there?
Was I really there with you?

We lived our little drama,
We kissed and a feel a while
And stars fell on Alabama that night.

I can't forget the glamour
Your eyes held onto the light
and stars fell on Alabama last night.

I never planned in my imagination
A situation so heavenly
Our very land that no one else could enter
and in the center just you and me

Hear my heart beat like a hammer
My arms wrapped around you tight
And stars fell on Alabama last night.

I never planned in my imagination
A situation so heavenly
Our very land that no one else could enter
And in the center just you and me

Hear my heart beat like a hammer
My arms wound around you tight
A star fell on Alabama last night

((One more time boys))

Yes we lived our little drama
We kissed on the dune so what
And stars fell on Alabama last night.

By: Rodney Crowell
1981
Down in Louisiana, bayous by and by
Pirogue pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then the crowd starts rollin' in

Chorus:
Pretty soon you got stars on the water
You got stars on the water
It's like stars on the water, let it rain

Beaumont to Biloxi
Sea breeze at your door
Gypsy rains, dang hurricanes
White silver sandy shore
"Blue Light" lounge is shinin'
Way out on the view

Chorus:
It looks just like stars on the water
Just like stars on the water
Just like stars on the water, let it rain

(guitar instrumental)

When it's midnight down in Mobile
Moonbeams on the bay
They come from miles around to dance the jukebox down
And dig the good time sounds they play
All across the harbour
Night lights shinin' in

Chorus:
It looks just like stars on the water
Just like stars on the water
Just like stars on the water, let it rain

Chorus:
Pretty soon ya got stars on the water
You got stars on the water
It's like stars on the water, let it rain

- Notes:
Background Vocals: Timothy B. Schmit

By: Jimmy Buffett
1970
Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages
Lookin' at the world through magazine pages
I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range
Made this stop for personal reasons
Didn't know I'd catch the changin' of the seasons
Winter dictates everything from frost to naked trees

Chorus:
I'm about a mile high in Denver
Where the rock meets timberline
I've walked this ground from town to town
Just to finally call it mine

Lookin' for the cloud with a styrofoam lining
Hopin' that the sun will keep on shinin'
Leading me to distant peace that waits so patiently
Need a little love to try some givin'
Try a little love and then start livin'
Things I feared so long ago
When everything was wrong

Chorus:
I'm about a mile high in Denver
Where the rock meets timberline
I've walked this ground from town to town
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine

Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages
Lookin' at the world through magazine pages
I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range
Need a little time to try some livin'
Try a little love and then start givin'
Things I feared so long ago
When everything was wrong

I'm about a mile high in Denver
Where the rock meets timberline
Where God and trees create the breeze
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine
Tonight I'll call it mine

Can you tell me where I might find my friend and companion
Now he looks a little different from anything you've seen
He likes to beat the bass drum for justice and salvation
He's got the brains of Einstein and the brawn of Mister Clean

He's a lightnin' flash who'll make the dash from one coast to the other
To stop a crime or lend a dime or help his aging mother
Captain America we love you, Captain America you're grand
Oh Spiro Agnew eat your heart out Captain America's our man

Now he wears a mask his clothes are weird and some folks call him hokie
But he is hip he just can't dig the okie from Muskogie

Captain will help anyone a friend or a stranger
Now number one without a gun he's bypassed the Lone Ranger
He's a do do good who loves apple pie and kisses little babies
He'll guard you against everything from atom bombs to rabies

Captain America we love you, Captain America you're grand
Oh Spiro Agnew eat your heart out Captain America's our man

Can you tell me where I might find my friend and companion
He looks a little different from anything you've seen
He likes to beat the bass drum for justice and salvation
He's got the brains of Einstein and the bod of Mister Clean

He's a lightnin' flash who'll make the dash from one coast to the other
To stop a crime or lend a dime or help his aging mother
Captain America we love you, Captain America you're grand
Oh Spiro Agnew eat your heart out Captain America's our man
Captain America's our man

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

Richard Frost
by: Jimmy Buffett

Richard Frost left Alabama heading west to find his fame
Only got to Oklahoma and that's where he changed his name
Now he plays a little tavern all the drunks say he's a star
Hollywood forgot his number now he's stuck in Kelly's Bar

But is he happy my friend
or does he pretend?
Is every song a routine chore?
Well he every decide
to go and not hide
behind his fear and Kelly's backstage door

Richard Frost draws 90 people and on weekends lines grow long
Singing loud and laughing with them the crowd reacts to every song
Bigger worlds (?) can't help but make you more aware of what you see
Afraid of what's beyond just eyesight keeps the worlds in harmony

La da da da da da
La da da da da da
La da da da da da da da

La da da da da da
La da da da da da
La da da da da da da da

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