Jimmy Buffet Complete CD

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Now, I don't know, I don't knowwhere I'm a gonna gowhen the volcano blow.Let me say it now,I don't know, I don't know whereI'm a gonna gowhen the volcano blow.Ground, she movin' under me.idal waves out on the sea.Sulphur smoke up in the sky.Pretty soon we learn to fly [Chorus:]

Let me hear you, now I don't know, I don't know whereI'm a gonna gowhen the volcano blow.Let me hear you now.I don't know, I don't know whereI'm a gonna gowhen the volcano blow.My girl quickly say to me,"Mon you better watch your eet."Lava come down sof and hot."You better lava me now or lavame not.

[Chorus]No time to count what I'm worth,cause I just lef the planet Earth.Where I go I hope there's rum.Not to worry mon soon come.[Chorus]But I don't want to land in NewYork City,I don't want to land in Mexico.I don't want to land on no TreeMile Island;I don't want to see my skin a-glow.

Don't want to land in ComancheSky Park,or in Nashville, ennessee.I don't want to land in no San Juanairport orthe Yukon erritory.Don't want to land no San Diego.Don't want to land in no BuzzardsBay.I don't want to land on no Ayatolla.I got nothin' more to say.[Chorus]

Now, I don't know, I don't knowwhere I'm a gonna gowhen the volcano blow.Let me say it now,I don't know, I don't know whereI'm a gonna gowhen the volcano blow.Ground, she movin' under me.idal waves out on the sea.Sulphur smoke up in the sky .Pretty soon we learn to fly [Chorus:]

Let me hear you, now

I don't know, I don't know whereI'm a gonna gowhen the volcano blow.Let me hear you now.I don't know, I don't know whereI'm a gonna gowhen the volcano blow.My girl quickly say to me,

"Mon you better watch y our eet."Lava come down sof and hot."You better lava me now or lava

me not.[Chorus]No time to count what I'm worth,cause I just lef the planet Earth.Where I go I hope there's rum.Not to worry mon soon come.[Chorus]But I don't want to land in NewYork City,I don't want to land in Mexico.I don't want to land on no TreeMile Island;

I don't want to see my skin a-glow.Don't want to land in ComancheSky Park,or in Nashville, ennessee.I don't want to land in no San Juanairport orthe Yukon erritory.Don't want to land no San Diego.Don't want to land in no BuzzardsBay.I don't want to land on no Ayatolla.I got nothin' more to say.

Volcano

Now they make new movies in old black andwhite,With happy endings, where nobody fights,So i you find yoursel in that nostalgic rage,Honey, jump right up and show your age.

I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,the "Boston Blackie" kind, or atwo-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,and an autographed picture o Andy Divine.

Oh, I remember bein' buck toothed andskinny Writin' an letters to Sky's niece Penny.Oh, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,then I could solve s ome mysteries too.Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' upast,Drinkin' on a ake I.D.And Rama o the jungle was everyone'sBawana,But only jazz musicians were smokin marijuana.Yeah, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,then I could solve s ome mysteries too.

But then it's flat-top, dirty bop, copin' a eel'grubbin on the living room floor;Tey send you off to college to try to gaina 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 use to be.

Tat's why I wish I had a pencil-thin mus-tachethe "Boston Blackie" kind, or atwo-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,And an autographed picture o Andy Divine.

Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be,Maybe suave Eerol Flynn or the Sheik oAraby.I I only had a pencil-thin mustache,

then I could do some cruising too.

Yeah, Brylcream, a little dab'll do yah,Oh, I could do some cruising too.

Pencil thin Mustache


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Margaritaville

Nibblin' on sponge cake,watchin' the sun bake;All o those tourists covered with oil.Strummin' my six string on my rontporch swing.Smell those shrimpTey're beginnin' to boil.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville,Searchin' or my lost shaker o salt.Some people claim that there's a womanto blame,But I know it's nobody's ault.

Don't know the reason,Stayed here all seasonWith nothing to show but this brandnew tattoo.But it's a real beauty,A Mexican cutie, how it got hereI haven't a clue.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville,Searchin' or my lost shaker o salt.Some people claim that there's a womanto blame,Now I think, - hell it could be my ault.I blew out my flip flop,

Stepped on a pop top,Cut my heel, had to cruise on backhome.But there's booze in the blender,And soon it will renderTat rozen concoction that helps mehang on.

Wasted away again in MargaritavilleSearchin' or my lost shaker o salt.Some people claim that there's a womanto blame,But I know, it's my own damn ault.Yes, and some people claim that there'sa woman to blameAnd I know it's my own damn ault.

MargartivilleAs the son o a son o a sailorI went out on the sea or adventureExpanding the view o the captain andcrewLike a man just released rom indenture

As a dreamer o dreams and a travelin'manI have chalked up many a mileRead dozens o books about heroes andcrooksAnd I learned much rom both o theirstyles

Son o a son, son o a sonSon o a son o a sailorSon o a gun, load the last tonOne step ahead o the jailer

Now away in the near utureSoutheast o disorderYou can shake the hand o the mangomanAs he greats you at the border

And the lady she hails rom rinidadIsland o the spicesSalt or your meat, and cinnamon sweet

And the rum is or all your good vices

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the windTat our oreathers harnessed beore usHear the bells ring as the tight riggingsingsIt's a son o a gun o a chorus

Where it all ends I can't athom myriendsI I knew I might toss out my anchorSo I cruise along always searchin' orsongs

Not a lawyer a thie or a banker

But a son o a son, son o a sonSon o a son o a sailorSon o a gun, load the last tonOne step ahead o the jailer

I'm just a son o a son, son o a sonSon o a son o a sailorTe sea's in my veins, my traditionremainsI'm just glad I don't live in a trailer

Son O A Son O A Sailor

As the son o a son o a sailorI went out on the sea or adventureExpanding the view o the captain andcrewLike a man just released rom indenture

As a dreamer o dreams and a travelin'manI have chalked up many a mileRead dozens o books about heroes andcrooksAnd I learned much rom both o theirstyles

Son o a son, son o a sonSon o a son o a sailorSon o a gun, load the last tonOne step ahead o the jailer

Now away in the near utureSoutheast o disorderYou can shake the hand o the mangomanAs he greats you at the border

And the lady she hails rom rinidadIsland o the spicesSalt or your meat, and cinnamon sweet

And the rum is or all your good vices

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the windTat our oreathers harnessed beore usHear the bells ring as the tight riggingsingsIt's a son o a gun o a chorus

Where it all ends I can't athom myriendsI I knew I might toss out my anchorSo I cruise along always searchin' orsongs

Not a lawyer a thie or a banker

But a son o a son, son o a sonSon o a son o a sailorSon o a gun, load the last tonOne step ahead o the jailer

I'm just a son o a son, son o a sonSon o a son o a sailorTe sea's in my veins, my traditionremainsI'm just glad I don't live in a trailer

Son O A Son O A Sailor


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Mother, mother ocean, I have heardyou call,Wanted to sail upon your waterssince I was three eet tall.You've seen it all, you've seen it all.

Watch the men who rode you,Switch rom sails to steam.And in your belly you hold the treasurethat ew have ever seen, most o themdreams,Most o them dreams.

Yes, I am a pirate two hundred yearstoo late.Te cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunderI'm an over orty victim o ateArriving too late, arriving too late.

I've done a bit o smugglin'I've run my share o grass.I made enough money to buy Miami,But I pissed it away so ast,Never meant to last, never meant to last.

I have been drunk now or over twoweeks,

I passed out and I rallied and I sprunga ew leaks,But I've got to stop wishin',Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bot-tom again.Just a ew riends, just a ew riends.

[Instrumental]

I go or younger women, lived withseveral awhileAnd though I ran away, they'll comeback one day.And still could manage a smileIt just takes awhile, just takes awhile.

Mother, mother ocean, afer all theseyears I've oundMy occupational hazard being my oc-cupations just not around.I eel like I've drowned,Gonna head uptown.

A Pirate Looks At Forty She came down rom Cincinnati.It took her three days on a train.Lookin' or some peace and quiet;hoped to see the sun again.But now she lives down by theocean.She's takin' care to look or sharks.Tey hang out in the local bars,And they eed right afer dark.

[Chorus:]Can't you eel 'em circlin' honey?

Can't you eel 'em swimmin'around?You got fins to the lef, fins to theright,and you're the only bait in town.You got fins to the lef, fins to theright,and you're the only girl in town.

She's savin' up all o her money.Wants to head south in May;Maybe roll in the sand with arock'n'roll man,

Somewhere down Montserrat way.But the money's good in theseason;Helps to lighten her load.Boys keep her high as the monthsgo by.She's gettin' postcards rom theroad.

[Chorus]

Sailed off to Antigua.

It took her three days on a boat.Lookin' or some peace and quiet;Maybe keep her dreams afloat.But now she eels like a remora,'cause the school's still close athand.Just behind the ree are the bigwhite teetho the sharks that can swim on theland.

[Chorus]

Fins


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Hey, where did we go?Days when the rains cameDown in a hollow Playin' a new game

Laughin' and a runnin'Skippin' and a jumpin'In the misty mornin' ogWith our hearts a thumpin'It was you, my brown eyed girlYou, my brown eyed girl

Now what ever happeneduesday is oh so slow Goin' down the old mineWith a transistor radio

Standin' in a sunlit laneHidin' 'hind a rainbow's wallSlippin' and a slidin'All along the waterallIt was you, my brown eyed girlYou, my brown eyed girl

Do you remember when

We used to singSha la la la la la la la la la la ti daSha la la la la la la la la la la ti da

So hard to find my way Now that I'm on my ownTought about it just the other day My, where's the time all gone

Can't remember back then LordSometimes I'm overcome thinkin''bout

Makin' lo ve in the green grassBehind the stadiumWith you, my brown eyed girlDo you remember whenWe used to singSha la la la la la la la la la la ti da

Brown Eyed Girl[Chorus:]Fruitcakes in the kitchenFruitcakes on the streetStruttin' naked through the cross walk In the middle o the week

Hal baked cookies in the ovenHal baked people on the busTere's a little bit o ruitcake lef in everyone o us

Paradise - Lost and oundParadise - take a look around

I was out in CaliorniaWhere I hear they have it allTey got riots, fires and mud slidesTey got sushi in the mallWater bars and BrontosaursChinese modern lustShake and bake lie with the quakeTe secret's in the crust

[Chorus]

We lost our Martian rocket shipTe high paid spokesman saidLooks like that silly rocket shipHas lost it's cone-shaped head

We spent ninety jillion dollarsryin' to get a look at MarsI hear universal laughterRinging out among the stars

Fruitcakes in the galaxy Fruitcakes on the EarthStrut naked towards eternity We've been that way since birth


Religion, religion.Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpaMea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

Where's the church, who took the steepleReligion's in the hands o some crazy ass peopleelevision preachers with bad hair and dimples

Te God's honest truth is it's not that simple

It's the Buddhist in you, it's the pagan in meIt's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?It's that born again look, it's the wasp and the Jew ell me what's goin on, I ain't got a clue

Here come the big ones - Relationships -We all got 'em, we all want 'em. What do we do with'em?Here we go I'll tell ya

She said you've got to do your air shareNow cough up hal the rentI treat my body like a templeYou treat yours like a tent

But the right word at the right timeMay get me a little hugTat's the difference between lightningAnd a harmless lightning bug

Fruitcakes in the kitchenFruitcakes on the streetStruttin' naked through the cross walk

In the middle o the week


Te uture, Captain's log, Star date 2000 and somethin'

We're seven years rom the millenniumTat's a science fiction actStanley Kubrick and his buddy HalNow don't look that abstract

So I'll put on my Bob Marley tapeAnd practice what I preachGet Ja lost in the reggae monAs I walk along the beach

Stay in touch with my insanity Really is the only way It's a jungle out there kiddiesHave a very ruitul day


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Got out o town on a boat goin' to south-ern islands.Sailing a reach beore a ollowin' sea.She was makin' or the trades on theoutside,And the downhill run to Papeete Bay.

Off the wind on this heading lie theMarquesas.We got eighty eet o the waterline.Nicely making way.In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you.But on a midnight watch I realized whytwice you ran away.

Tink about how many times I have allen,Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.What heaven brought you and me cannotbe orgotten.I have been around the world,Lookin' or that woman, girl,Who knows love can endure.And you know it will. And you know itwill.

When you see the S outhern Cross or thefirst time,You understand now why you came thisway.'Cause the truth you might be runnin'

rom is so small.But it's as big as the promise, the promiseo a coming day.

So I'm sailing or tomorrow, my dreamsare a dyin'.And my love is an anchor tied to you, tiedwith a silver chain.I have my ship and all her flags are a flyin'She is all that I have lef and music is hername.

Tink about how many times I have allen,Spirits are using me, larger voices callin'.

What heaven brought you and me cannotbe orgotten.I have been around the world,Lookin' or that woman, girl,Who knows love can endure.And you know it will. And you know itwill.

So we cheated and we lied and we testedAnd we never ailed to ail, it was the easi-est thing to do.You will surv ive being bested.But somebody fine will come along makeme orget about loving you.At the Southern Cross.

Southern CrossHeadin' up to San Franciscoor the Labor Day weekend show,I've got my hush-puppies on,I guess I never was meant orglitter rock and roll.And honey I didn't know that I'd be missin' you so.

[Chorus:]Come Monday It'll be all right,Come Monday I'll be holding you

tight.I spent our lonely days in a brown L.A. hazeand I just want you back by my side.

Yes it's been quite a summer,rent-a-cars and west boundtrains.And now you're off on vacation,somethin' you tried to explain.And darlin' I love you so that's

the reason I just let you go.

[Chorus]

I can't help it honey,you're that much a part o menow.Remember the night in Montanawhenwe said there'd be no room ordoubt.

I hope you're en joyin' the scen-ery,I know that it's pretty up there.We can go hikin on uesday,with you I'd walk anywhere.Caliornia has worn me quitethin,I just can't wait to see you again.

[Chorus]

Come Monday


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ried to amend my carnivorous habits.Made it nearly seventy days,Losin' weight without speed, eatin'sunflower seeds,Drinkin' lots o carrot juice and soakin'up rays.

But at night I'd have these wonderuldreamsSome kind o sensuous treat.Not zucchini, ettuccini, or bulgurwheat,But a big warm bun and a huge hunko meat.

Cheeseburger is 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,Tey eat the same thing again andagain;Warm beer and bread they say couldraise the dead.Well, it reminds me o the menu at aHoliday Inn.

But times have changed or sailors thesedays.When I'm in port I get what I need;Not just Havanas or banana or daiqui-ris,But that American creation on whichI eed!

Cheeseburger is paradise medium rarewith mustard'd be niceNot too particular, not too preciseI'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

I like mine with lettuce and tomatoHeinz 57 and rench ried potatoesBig kosher pickle and a cold draughtbeerWell, good god Almighty which waydo I steer

For a cheeseburger in paradiseMakin' the best o every virtue and vice.Worth every damn bit o sacrificeo get a cheeseburger in paradise;o be a cheeseburger in paradise.I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

Cheeseburger in ParadiseSqualls out on the gul stream,Big storms coming soon.I passed out in my hammock,God, I slept way past noon.Stood up and tried to ocus,I hoped I wouldn't have to look ar.I knew I could use a Bloody Mary,So I stumbled next door to the bar.

[Chorus:]And now I must coness,I could use some rest.

I can't run at this pace very long.Yes, it's quite insane,I think it hurts my brain.But it cleans me out and then I cango on.

Tere's something about thisSunday It's a most peculiar gray Strolling down the avenueTat's known as A1AI was eeling tired, then I gotinspired.

And I knew that it wouldn't lastlongSo all alone I walked back home,sat on my beachAnd then I made up this song.

[Chorus]

Well, the wind is blowin' hardernow Fify knots o there abouts,Tere's white caps on the ocean.

And I'm watching or water spoutsIt's time to close the shuttersIt's time to go inside.In a week I'll be in gay Paris;Tat's a mighty long airplane ride.

[Chorus]Yes, It cleans me out and then I cango on.

rying to Reason with Hurricane season


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Songs in or er

1) Volcano

2) Pencil Tin Mustache

3) Margeritaville

4) Son o a son o a sailor

5) Pirate at Forty

6) Fins

7)Brown eyed girl

8) Fruitcake

9) Southern Cross

10) Come Monday

11) Cheeseburger in Para-dise

12) ying to reason with aHurricane

1) Volcano

2) Pencil Tin Mustache

3) Margeritaville4) Son o a son o a sailor

5) Pirate at Forty

6) Fins

7)Brown eyed girl

8) Fruitcake

9) Southern Cross

10) Come Monday

11) Cheeseburger in Paradise

12) ying to reason with a Hur-ricane

Order o the Jimmy Buffet songsTis CD is bought to youby AllyKay Dean

Lyrics and perormed byJimmy Buffett

Songs rom “songs youknow by heart”

Copy right year 1993

CD designed by AllyKayDean


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