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
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
Chorus: 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
It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes Nothing remains quite the same Through all of the islands and through all of the hi-lands 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
Chorus: 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: Jimmy Buffett 1977 Years grow shorter, not longer The more you've been on your own Feelin's for movin' grow stronger So you wonder why you ever go home Wonder why you ever go home
People are movin' so quickly Humor's in need of repair Same occupations and same obligations They've really go nothing to share Like drivin' around with no spare
River gets deeper not shallow The further you move down the stream Wonderin' if I can keep her As I race to catch up with my dreams How they shine and glitter and gleam
Years grow shorter, not longer The more you've been on your own Feelin's for movin' grow stronger So you wonder why you ever go home Wonder why you ever go home You wonder why you ever go home
Down to the Banana Republics Down to the tropical sun Go the expatriated Americans Hopin' to find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing Called by the lure of the sea Tryin' to find what is ailing Living in the land of the free Some of them are running from lovers Leaving no forward address Some of them are running tons of ganja Some are running from the IRS
Late at night you will find them In the cheap hotels and bars Hustling the senoritas While they dance beneath the stars Spending those renegade pesos on a bottle of rum and a lime Singin give me some words I can dance to Or a melody that rhymes
First you learn the native customs Soon a word of Spanish or two You know that you cannot trust them Because they know they can't trust you
Expatriated Americans feelin' so all alone Telling themselves the same lies that they told themselves back home
Down to the Banana Republics Things aren't as warm as they seem None of the natives are buying any second hand American dreams
Late at night you will find them In the cheap hotels and bars Hustling the senoritas while they dance beneath the stars Spending those renegade pesos On a bottle of rum and a lime Singing give me some words I can dance to Or a melody that rhymes
Down to the Banana Republics Down to the tropical sun Go the expatriated Americans Hopin' to find some fun
By: Jimmy Buffett 1977 I must look a mess I must admit But I have been travelling quite a bit South of the Border Where the law and order Is kept by Federales who just grin And tell you they just want to be your friend
I left for Tampico last July I jumped off that boat I almost died There to greet us Were pretty senoritas I swore that I would not go home then All those lovely ladies were my friends Whoa, those sweet chiquitas they don't pretend
-- Spoken: "Como esta, Capitain..."
That is all I really want to say I was thrown out of the country yesterday See I was, drinkin' double Causin' lots of trouble When the man looked in the window of the bar and he grinned And said, "If you come back we just may not be your friend" "I don't want to see you 'round here again" "If you come back next time we may not..." (Hidy ho' boys!)
By: Johnathan Baham 1977 Drink it up, this one's for you It's been a lovely cruise I'm sorry it's ending, oh it's sad, but it's true Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
Chorus: These moments we're left with May you always remember These moments are shared by few There's wind in our hair and there's water in our shoes Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
-- Spoken: "So let's cruise darlin'"
Chorus: Ohhh, these moments we're left with May you always remember These moments are shared by few And those harbor lights, lord, they're coming into view We'll bid our farewells much too soon So drink it up, this one's for you Honey, it's been a lovely cruise Yeah baby, it's been a lovely cruise Oh darlin', it's been a lovely cruise
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.
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville, Searchin' for my long 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.
Wastin' 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.
Wastin' 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, some people claim that there's a woman to blame And I know it's my own damn fault.
In the shelter In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming I heard her crying 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 going well If you could only tell them how you feel They're too real to understand
Too many trite expressions Ending 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, and 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, takin' 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 Endin' in angry questions from her dad Too many T.V. dinners And everyone loves a winner, but she was lost No one knows the trials she had
In the shelter In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming I heard her crying 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.
I guess it all blew up in missoula There just was no other way After months of goin' crazy, there was nothin' left to say But when the dust had finally settled And the air had quickly cleared Whoa, things were better off than I had feared
Chorus: And I, miss you so badly, girl I love you madly Feelin' so sad now since I been gone, gone, gone It gets quite confusin', it seems that I'm losin' Track of the long days since I been home
We're stayin' in a holiday inn full of surgeons I guess they meet there once a year They exchange physician's stories And get drunk on tuborg beer Then they're off to catch a stripper With their eyes glued to her "g" But I don't think that I would ever let 'em cut on me
Chorus: And I, miss you so badly, girl I love you madly I think I've been had though for stayin' so long, long, long And i'm, just watchin' the gong show, waitin' for Zorro Losin' the long days since I been home
I got a head full of feelin' higher And an ear full of patsy cline There is just no one who can touch her Hell, I'll hang on every line Oh, crazy how things happen, it's incredible but true The longer I'm gone the closer I feel to you
Chorus: And I, miss you so badly, girl I love you madly I'm feelin' so glad just to be headin' home, home, home I've been, battlin' motel maids, and chewin' on rolaids Countin' the hours till I get home Whoa I been, countin' the hours till I get home
By: Jimmy Buffett 1977 Now what would they do if I just sailed away Who the hell really compelled me to leave today Runnin' low on stories of what made it a ball What would they do if I made no landfall
I lived half my life in an eight by five room Just crusin' to the sound of the big diesel boom It's not close quarters that would make me snap It's just dealing with the daily unadulterated crap
Chorus: Sail away, for a month at a time Sail away, I've got to restart my mind And you'll find me back at it again
Oh, I love the smell of fresh snapper fried light What you say pouilly-fusse to round out the night The mid-morning watch is the best time to look Oh, what would they do if I wrote the big book
'Cause I've seen incredible things in my years Some days were laughter and others were tears If I had it all to do over again I'd just get myself drunk and I'd jump right back in
Chorus: Sail away, that's the way I survive Sail away, that's just no shuck and jive It just makes my whole life come alive
The wind whistles through the cold riggin' at night Crazy crowds boogie to the sounds and the lights Bums down in Capo's he's just havin' a ball What would he do on another landfall What would they do if I made no landfall Oh, what would they do if I flew to Nepal What would I do if I met Lucille Ball I'm tryin' to make a little sense of it all Just tryin' to make a little sense of it all
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
