Conky Tonkin’

by Jimmy Buffett and Bingo Gubelman

from the album License to Chill


Lyrics

(Jimmy)
Bella was bored to death at South Beach
Not one celebrity spotted in days
She was tired of her mood
Lunchin’ on beacon vegan food
She was tired of just soakin’ up rays
Then she saw him pull up to the stop light
In that ole ragtop that she couldn’t name
He said hop in side
I’m heading south, take a ride
I’m just the next man that you’re gonna blame
U.S. 1
Heading down U.S. 1

(Clint Black)
Lenny said
How ’bout lunch in Key Largo
There’s a fish sandwich place down the road
Kinda out in the sticks
But we can be back by six
Never leave our area code
Well geography wasn’t her strong point
She’d never been past the Dade Land mall
So they stopped on the way
Lenny was happy to pay
For a new thong and a purple beach ball

They’re goin Conky Tonkin
Cruisin’ on a weekend buzz
Really Conky Tonkin’
Doing it just because

(Jimmy)
Havin’ too much fun to turn back
They’re explorers in a hot-rod Ford
They counted sea birds and cars
Stopped at all the cool bars

Harmonically they struck a chord

(Jimmy)
Stop. What was that?

Somewhere in the middle of the seven mile bridge
He said Bella, do you wanna see the rest?
She said I haven’t a care, Lenny
Just take me there
And they drove all the way to Key West

(Clint)
Well she’d never seen anything like it
In all of her 26 years
Bella was feeling the groove
Lenny was makin’ his move
They were quite a pair of pioneers

They goin conky tonkin’
Cruisin down U.S. 1
They’ll be conky tonkin’
Trying to catch up with the sun

They’re goin conky tonkin’
The engine is about to explode
Going conky tonkin’
Hey, they’ll meet you at the end of the road

End of the road
What do you do then?
Rev it up and jump that bucket to Havana

We’re goin’ conky tonkin!