A Lot To Drink About

by Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally, and Will Kimbrough

from the album Buffet Hotel


Lyrics

Hey, have you noticed that the world has changed
That the news is all bad
Well, I think it’s time for a song about that

Up on the east side of Manhattan
They’re still dancing with the stars
While over in sub-prime city
It’s getting ugly in the local bars
Watching the news only gives me the blues
There’s too much going wrong

It takes the likes of me to hit the reboot key
And write a high speed drinking song

Millionaires losing everything
Hey, welcome to the other side of life
There goes the yacht there goes the Rolls
But, you get to keep your wife

And don’t forget the automakers
Swimming upstream like a trout
They let the shit hit the fan
And then made a plan
We’ve got a lot to drink about

There’s the price of oil
The war of the spoils
Here’s your bucket for the big bailout
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan
We’ve got a lot to drink about

Now Madoff made off with all the money
And his clients are down to skunk weed
Repeat after me it’s so easy to see
We’re only talking simple greed

And those Somalian pirates are counting all their gold
While Bush and Cheney ain’t around
And all the good lookers seem to be Russian hookers
From Key West to London town

With the price of oil
War of the spoils
Here’s your bucket for the big bailout
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan
We’ve got a lot to drink about

So pour me some Tennessee whiskey
Pour me a fine Jamaican rum
That loud mouth soup
Can get ya kind of looped
Tequila, of course I want some!

Well the family devalues
And little children count their net worth
And the truth wherever it’s hiding
Can’t be found on Google Earth
Citibank’s buying jets with our money
I wanna flog ‘em with a buggy whip
Let’s hope Barack and Joe won’t let the volcano blow
And patch the hole in our sinking ship

There’s the price of oil
The war of the spoils
Here’s your bucket for the big bailout
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan
We’ve got a lot to drink about

Recession, opression, depression good God
CNN keeps bummin’ me out
I can’t take another doomsday minute
Got a lot to drink
A lot to think
A lot to drink about

God bless America

Jimmy’s Note:

My favorite old hipster beatnik poet, Lord Richard Buckley, used to do a hysterically funny routine about nuclear annihilation. Now in these way too serious times, one might venture to say there is nothing funny about the possible end of the world, but I beg to differ.

We are still checking grandma’s toothpaste at airport security. Lord Buckley must have seen this coming. He masterfully wrapped the way to deal with the thought of Armageddon around these two sentences:
“Terror is the absence of humor” and “Humor is the absence of terror.”

Now this was the 1950’s, when we war babies, as school children, were being taught that in case an H-bomb went off in our neighborhood, we had to “duck and cover” in the classroom and turn our backs to the blast force if we were outside. Talk about funny! The point was, and still is, that instead of being terrified at the mention of the H-bomb, or Al Qaeda, one would instead just start laughing at the ridiculous idea that we would be stupid enough to blow ourselves up, or that these idiots could ever rule the world. Well, it is now the 21st century, and by most accounts, it hasn’t really gotten off to a terribly good start, in the department of facing terror with humor. So I thought it was time to take an encore cue from the Mississippi Delta Talkin’ Blues, add some modern day technology and come up with a high speed drinkin’ song that ould allow us to laugh at some serious shit. Anybody got any better ideas?

“Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, we got a lot to drink about.”