 Song Lyrics -> Somewhere Over China
Where’s The Party by Jimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman, and Bill LaBounty  Every night the stars come out to light another town Just because I’m lonely doesn’t mean that gets me down I cruise the local drive-in watching lovers holding hands Like movie stills of Coupe de Villes and Japanese sedans Chorus Where’s the party? Where’s the party? Everybody I know say they expect me to go to the party Sometimes I wish the radio would learn another song I’d stay at home and watch TV if there was something on But why should I get all dressed up when there’s no place to go Still everybody looks at me as if they think I know Chorus Everybody I see say they expect to see me at the party I could stay here all night long Waiting for her to call Or I could put my walkman on And never care at all Still every night the stars come out to light another town Just because I’m lonely doesn’t mean that gets me down Chorus Everybody I know say they expect her to show at the party It’s Midnight And I’m Not Famous Yet by Jimmy Buffett and Steve Goodman Catch the elevator from the penthouse suite And take it down to the casino The God almighty sound of money movin’ round Can be heard all the way to Reno Chorus Well it’s midnight and I’m not famous yet Tryin’ to win it all with one more bet Nothin’ can stop my thirty-two hop Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo It’s midnight and I’m just gettin’ ready to go Lester Polyester signs another marker Like the high rollers do Seven come eleven His brand new baby needs Gucci shoes Well it’s midnight and she’s not famous yet Tryin’ to break the bank with one more bet Nothin’ can stop my thirty-two hop Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo It’s midnight and Lester’s gettin’ ready to roll Instrumental They’re pagin’ someone we know Lester hits a Keno he’s not leavin’ yet Vacuum cleaners hummin’ lounge act still is strummin’ It’s their twenty fourth set Well it’s midnight and they’re not famous yet Tryin’ to win it all with one more bet Nothin’ can stop my thirty-two hop Or my ten dollar yo-yo-yo It’s midnight got nowhere to go I Heard I Was In Town by Jimmy Buffett and Michael Utley “I’m amused by the rumors that crop up out of nowhere about me and what I’ve done. I have been spotted at parties by drug agents when I was actually two thousand miles away. I have bought ocean liners. I have been seen on stage in countries where I have never set foot, and have played golf on courses that I have never seen. Word just seems to get around.” - Jimmy Came to see friends Walk old streets again Grab a bite and beer by the sea It caught my attention The old town has grown That’s why I came alone But I’ve been treated well I raised all kinds of hell When a full tank was only a fin Ain’t it quite funny how things turn around I heard I was in town I was a madman in a pickup truck So many years ago Changes have come like the storms of the season But time here still moves slow Passed the old joints My favorite haunts Where we’d stay for twelve or ten Ain’t it quite funny word gets around I heard I was in town I was a madman in a pickup truck So many years ago Changes have come like the storms of the season But time here still moves slow Came to see friends Walk old streets again Maybe strike up a tune with the moon Don’t it seem funny Word gets around I heard I was in town Somewhere Over China by Jimmy Buffett “For the Crazy Flying Tigers” - Jimmy Just a semi normal person Thought he had the future planned Then he won some silly sweepstakes Now he had a hundred grand Never stopped to think of taxes He was gone before they knew With a flair for old romantics To the Orient he flew When they fueled in Papeete Placed a call to Big Mamou With an honest explanation Just to tell the whole damn truth It’s his one chance in a million Who’d deny the simple fact Twas no use to talk it over He’d be home when he got back Chorus Now he’s somewhere over China Lookin’ down on all the trails On the mountains lookin’ back at him It’s a real live fairy tale Put a little distance Between causes and effects Like a day old fortune cookie Askin’ who or what comes next What the hell did Marco Polo think When he ran into the wall Or the crazy flying tigers Doin’ spins and loops and stalls Just a taste for something different Perking up a boring day Now our man from Louisiana Feels exactly the same way They’re all somewhere over China Shanghai or old Peking On a plane or a boat in an envelope Real adventure has it’s ring Just to put a little distance Between fact and fantasy Still six thousand miles away from where I really want to be How I would love to drive the shuttle Just to feel the engines roar And to operate the levers That control the payload doors I could buzz the Himalayas Barrel roll above Hong Kong Set her down in San Francisco To the clanging of the gong We’re all somewhere over China Headin’ east or headin’ west Takin’ time to live a little Flying so far from the nest Just to put a little distance Between causes and effects Like an ancient fortune teller Knowin’ who and what comes next When Salome Plays The Drum by Jimmy Buffett “Salome and her band played one year at L’Ananas, a restaurant in St. Barts, and she filled the place with tourists and locals who watched her seductively play the drum she held between her legs. Just for the record, Salome was not thrown out of town.” “For Salome, Freddo and Clauvis” - Jimmy When Salome plays the drum The crowd goes deaf and dumb Swept up by dark sensations Partially the heat More so it’s the beat She moves in syncopation Gazelle on the run Skirts slit past her thigh The boys let out a sigh The beat begins to quicken Crowd ascends the stairs Climbin’ on the chairs The plot begins to thicken Phasers on stun Chorus Take them to the carnival Let them hear the congas Tonight the tempo feels so right Tomorrow may be wrong Instrumental Gendarme close her down Make her leave the town She caught the flight to Rio With nothin’ to say Wavin’ from the plane Pouring pink champagne She toasts her loyal trio It was a lucrative stay Oh won’t you take them to the carnival Let them hear the conga Tonight the tempo feels right Tomorrow may be wrong Oh won’t your take them to the carnival Let them play for hours Tonight the weather feels so right Tomorrow may be showers Lip Service by Jimmy Buffett and Michael Utley “For anyone who loves Creole Cookin’ and New Orleans Music” - Jimmy Talk, talk, talk til your jaws turn blue But you never really tell me what you’re gonna do You seem to keep it all locked up inside I can’t help but start to thinkin’ You’ve got something to hide Why the pain What’s your game You’re drivin’ this boy insane Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do You bitchin’ and your cryin’ finally got to me So I thought I’d take you, baby, on a shopping spree You bought a space age watch and an antique hat Hell, now it’s digital this and digital that What a pain Silly games Still drivin’ your man insane Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do Chorus Oh darlin’, oh darlin’ All I ever get is lip service from you Oh darlin’ oh darlin’ I’m through ‘Cause all I ever get is lip service from you Instrumental So listen to me baby ‘gotta change your ways Or I’m off to Pascagoula in a few more days I’ll leave you and your poodle and all the mess he makes Find some other fool to man your shovel and your rake No more pain End of game Your drivin’ your man insane Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do Oh darlin’, oh darlin’ All I ever get is lip service from you Oh darlin’ oh darlin’ I’m through ‘Cause all I ever get is lip service from you If I Could Just Get It On Paper by Jimmy Buffett “For William Faulkner” - Jimmy If I could just get it on paper The things that have happened tonight But that seems to me to be the big key I’m havin’ too good a time to ever turn Out the lights Go to bed wake up with a clear head Recalling what made it a ball If I could just get it on paper I might make some sense of it all If I could tell half of the stories Funny the way most things begin Figure ways to disguise all the half truths and lies Find the heart of my song with the point of a pen Simple words can become clever phrases And chapters could turn into books Yes if I could just get it on paper But it’s harder than it ever looks All alone in the edge of the water Hidin’ out by the Sea of Cortez With my sketch pads and Flairs Tapes and battery spares It’s just no comprehendo to what everyone says Time alone seemed to work well for Faulkner Time away seems to work for the kid Life and ink they run out at the same time Or so said my old friend the squid Yes if I could just get it on paper tonight I could tell you what I think I did Steamer by John Scott Sherrill “There is something terribly romantic about the old passenger ships that used to comb the oceans of the world before concrete runways and jet planes made them obsolete. I spent a night once on the Queen Mary in Long Beach trying to imagine what that era must have been like. Even with her decks full of people from bus tours, even parked next to the Spruce Goose in a jungle of oil terminals, I could still feel the ship talk to me. When I heard this song, it reminded me of the good old days.” “For the Band” - Jimmy Island I see you in the distance I feel that your existence Is not unlike my own Island they say no man is like you They say you stand alone Sometimes I feel that way too Is it the need for love Heart and soul accompaniment That seems to make me different from you I’ve tried to build bridges But they all fell down I’ve taken to the air on wings of silver But always hit the ground Island I see you in all of my dreams But I’m a man with no means to reach your distant shore Island I see you in the moonlight Silhouettes of ships in the night Just make me long that much more To be like you Heart and soul accompaniment That seems to make me different from you I’ve tried to build bridges But they all fell down I’ve taken to the air on wings of silver But always hit the ground Instrumental On A Slow Boat To China by Frank Loesser “These darn songs that take me off to china. I am hooked on the place. I guess Marco Polo started the whole damn thing. One day, I will get there and I hope there is still a slow boat to take me there.” “To Spike Jones and the City Slickers and Darlene Vare” - Jimmy I’d love to get you On a slow boat to China All to myself alone Get you and keep you In my arms ever more Leave all your lovers Weepin’ on a far away shore Out on the briny With the moon big and shiny Melting your heart of stone Honey I’d love to get you On a slow boat to China All by myself alone Instrumental I’d love to get ya On a slow boat to China All to myself alone A twist in the rudder And a rip in the sails Drifting and dreamin’ Honey throw the compass over the rail Out on the ocean Far from all the commotion Melting your heart of stone Honey I’d love to get you On a slow boat to China All to myself alone
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