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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.
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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.
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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.
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DREAMSICLE Jimmy Buffett
Let me tell you now he sips, he quips
Dreams a lot about sailing ships
Wants to throw it all away
Wants to have it back someday
Love's fool, Sears tool
Wants to win that football pool
Spend it on some real good grass
Disappearing oh so fast
Tell my story pain and glory, guess my occupation
Free and easy, warm and breezy
Overnight sensation
I got house pets, lear jets
Tryin' to learn about basinettes
Oh Miss Piggy dance with me
Let me take you to the sea
Dreamsicle, big dill pickle
High school honeys sure were fickle
I'll be damned country ham, takes me back to Alabam
Won't you tell my story, pain and glory, guess my occupation
Free and easy, warm and breezy
Overnight sensation
Let me tell you now he sips, he quips
Dreams a lot about sailing ships
I'll be damned country ham, takes me back to Alabam
I'll be damned country ham, takes me back to Alabama
TREAT HER LIKE A LADY
Jimmy Buffett, Dave Loggins
Some of us sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady, just treat her like a lady
Now I don't like the sound of the ground movin' round
Or winds spinnin' out of control
California earthquakes only seem make me
shake, rattle and roll
I been too long on the mainland
Hotels, rental cars and phones
Time to cast them aside, catch the very next tide
And go back where belong
Some of sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Great whales travel the rhumb lines
Dodging those deadly harpoons
Spawning their young as their ancestors done
In the depths of her hidden lagoons
There are times I find myself with them
And times I feel as they do
We're on a similar course it's just a different source
But I'm in danger of extinction too
Some of us sailors call her home
She big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
And miss her when I'm gone
STRANDED ON A SANDBAR
Jimmy Buffett
I enjoy this life as a jester
Seems to keep me moving around
Like the wind that blows, tides that flow
I have my ups and downs
All a part of this strange plan I'm sure
Start a new chapter each day
Honey, Love gets lost, time gets tossed
`Cause we both got our own different ways
I feel I'm stranded on a sandbar
Stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin' it for all that it's worth
I'm just payin' for my sins on earth
Now I use to go crazy for days at a time
Now I'm takin my time with my days
Haven't found the answers like some that I know
I'm just stuck in fairly nice maze
Climb to the top of the island tonight
Sit beneath the cashew tree
I want to count the stars, lights on the cars
that are shinin' up and down on me
I feel like I'm stranded on a sandbar
Baby, I'm stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin' it for all that it's worth
I'm just payin' for my sins on earth
I feel like I'm stranded on a sandbar
Sugar, I'm stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin' it for all that it's worth
I'm just payin' for my sins on earth
I enjoy this life as a jester,
Seems to keep me moving around
CHANSON POUR LES
PETITS ENFANTS Jimmy Buffett
Now young Mr. Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
They soared through the Milky Way counting the stars
Once around Venus, twice around Mars
Then they spied an island rise out of the sea
They fell back to Earth just as free as you please
The children all gathered the church bells did ring
Suddenly everyone started to sing
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Chanson pour les petits enfants
Chason pour toute le monde
Chanson pour les petits enfants
Chanson pour toute le monde
Queen of the island she welcomed them in
Asked them questions of where they have been
She offered them chocolate she offered them tea
They all took their seats in the top of a tree
And racoons brought wine and the mice they brought cheese
Beautiful birds floated by on the breeze
From out of the oceans the dolphins began
Humming a tune that soon covered the land
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So young Princess Lia brought coral and pearls
Gifts to the travelers from some other world
The Bushdoctor mixed up a magical spell
Swore them to secrecy, never to tell
So young Mr. Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
The sun was rising, they'd be home by noon
Humming the words to this magical tune
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Song for the children
Song for the world
SURVIVE Jimmy Buffett, Mike
Utley
I play the stereo loud
When I'm away from the maddening crowd
Smokin', jokin', clowns we all are
Sometimes I kinda get real ill
When I receive my monthly telephone bill
But you say it and I'll pay it
`Cause it helps me to
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Survive stay alive
'Til I see you again
Survive stay alive
Can't say where it ends
Clouds lift and there are mountains below
Been a while since I've seen any snow
Chillin' so thrillin' so good to be back
Feels nice to be home for a while
Let's sip champagne til we break into smiles
We'll go dancin' romancin'
`Cause your the reason I
Survived stayed alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive stay alive
When will it all end
But my bags ain't unpacked
`Cause I've got to go back and play
But I know we'll both
Survive stay alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive stay alive
Until it all ends
Survive stay alive
When will it all end
Survive stay alive
Till I see you again
LADY I CAN'T EXPLAIN
Jimmy Buffett
What could I do?
That's never been done before
What can I say?
That hasn't been said by scores
If I was a designer I could do nothing finer
Than dress you in style
But I'm a hopeless romantic still
behind all these antics
Is a heart full of smiles
So I'll just keep on dreamin'
The thoughts that are in my brain
You just keep on being
The lady I can't explain
I know that I've
The imagination of a child
And there are times
When I let it all run wild
But if I hurt, you forgive
Still you won't let me live
Some of those episodes down
That's why I love you
And put no one above you
Love your sights and your sounds
So I'll just keep on movin'
When the forcast calls for rain
You just keep on being
The lady I can't explain
So I'll just keep on movin'
When the forcast calls for rain
You just keep on being
The lady I can't explain
Yes I love you
Put no one above you
You're the lady I can't explain
BOAT DRINKS Jimmy Buffett
Boat drinks. Boys in the band ordered boat drinks.
Visitors just scored on the home rink.
Everything seems to be wrong.
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap airfare.
I've got to fly to Saint Somewhere.
I'm close to bodily harm.
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Twenty degress and the hockey games on.
Nobody cares; they are way too far gone,
screamin' "Boat drinks," somethin'
to keep them all warm.
This morning 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 or life's slow.
Could you beam me somewhere, Mister Scott?
Any old place here on Earth or in space.
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot.
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 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.
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
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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.
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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.
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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 no San Diego.
Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay.
I don't want to land on no Ayatolla.
I got nothin' more to say.
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SENDING THE OLD MAN HOME
Jimmy Buffett
They're sending the old man home
Back where the buffalo roam
Out in Pacific they say he was the best
Now he's in his "civies" headin' home like all the rest
He'll never forget Rosa Lee
Or sleepless nights he fought upon the sea
He'll only have the memories
Or great books by James Jones
`Cause they're sending the old man home
Far away
Far away
Another life so very far away
They'll tear down the officers clubs
And write off the overdue subs
So let's drink to their memories
Our heros and our pals
To those crazy navy flyers
To those swell Hawaiian gals
The sailors will dance in the street
Then they'll mothball the whole damn fleet
We'll only have the picture books
Of land and sea and foam
`Cause they're sending the old man home
He'll only have his memories
Or great books by James Jones
`Cause they're sending the old man home |
