 Song Lyrics -> Coconut Telegraph
Coconut Telegraph by Jimmy Buffett  “The Coconut Telegraph works as well as a cellular phone or a fax machine and has been around a lot longer.” “For the Gang at the Fish House” - Jimmy Tuesday on the island Not much goin’ on The parties are all over They ended just past dawn But the jungle drums are beating With the tales from late last night Cause the stories bear repeating For everyone’s delight Chorus You can hear it on the coconut telegraph Can’t keep nothin’ under their hat You can hear ‘em on the coconut telegraph Sayin’ who did dis and dat Dis and dat dis and dat Now I’m not one to deal in gossip But was he that big of fool To do a belly buster high dive And miss the entire pool Now what’s the word on sweet Melissa And the kid nobody knew Did Ricardo ever find her I swear it’s just between me and you Chorus You can hear it on the coconut telegraph By now everybody knows You can hear it on the coconut telegraph Just who comes and goes Comes and goes comes and goes It’s hump day on the island And the lines have all gone dead All the juicy news is history I guess everything’s been said But when the eagle flies on Friday And the boys break out the rum Then the joint begins to jumpin’ And you’ll hear those hot lines hum Chorus Put it on the coconut telegraph All the celebration and the stress Put it on the coconut telegraph In twenty-five words or less Incommunicado by Jimmy Buffett, M.L. Benoit, and Deborah McColl “The day John Wayne died, I drove to the top of Independence Pass above Aspen and walked along the Continental Divide. Somehow Travis McGee crept into my mind as I pondered the incredible vista. After a Mexican meal in Leadville, I wrote this song on the way back to Aspen.” “For the Duke and Travis McGee” - Jimmy Travis McGee’s still in Cedar Key That’s what John McDonald said My rendezvous so long overdue With all of the things I’ve sung and read They still apply to me, they all make sense in time Chorus But now I’m incommunicado Driving by myself down the road with a hole in it Songs with no bravado Takin’ the long way home Now on the day that John Wayne died I found myself on the continental divide Tell me where do we go from here? Think I’ll ride into Leadville and have a few beers Think of "Red River", "Liberty Valence" can’t believe the old man’s gone Chorus But now he’s incommunicado Leaving such a hole in a world that believed That a life with such bravado Was taking the right way home So when I finished the last line I put the book by itself on the shelf With my heart in it Never wasting time takin’ the right way home I know you’re never wastin’ time Findin’ the right way home Still I am incommunicado Livin’ next door to a leg with a pin in it Never wastin’ time, takin’ the right way home (Repeat) It’s My Job by Mac McAnally “For Mac who Reminds Me of Me seven years ago” - Jimmy In the middle of late last night I was sittin’ on a curb I didn’t know what about but I was feeling quite disturbed A street sweeper came whistlin’ by He was bouncin’ every step It seemed strange how good he felt So I asked him while he swept Chorus He said "It’s my job to be cleaning up this mess And that’s enough reason to go for me It’s my job to be better than the rest And that makes the day for me" Got an uncle who owns a bank he’s a self made millionaire He never had anyone to love never had no one to care He always to seemed kind of sad to me So I asked him why that was And he told me it’s because in my contract there’s a clause That says "It’s my job to worried half to death And that’s the thing people respect in me It’s a job but without it I’d be less Than what I expect from me" I’ve been lazy most all of my life Writing songs and sleeping late Any manual labor I’ve done purely by mistake If street sweepers can smile then I’ve got no right to feel upset But sometimes I still forget Till the lights go on and the stage is set And the song hits home and you feel that sweat It’s my job to be different than the rest and that’s enough reason to go for me It’s my job to be better than the best and that’s a tough break for me It’s my job to be cleaning up this mess and that’s enough reason to go for me It’s my job to be better than the best and that makes the day for me Growing Older But Not Up by Jimmy Buffett “For all those who don’t feel as old as they are and never will” - Jimmy I rounded first never thought of the worst As I studied the shortstop’s position Then crack went my leg like the shell of an egg Someone call a decent physician I’m no Pete Rose, I can’t pretend While my mind is quite flexible these brittle bones don’t bend Chorus I’m growing older but not up My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck So let the winds of change blow over my head I’d rather die while I’m living then live while I’m dead Sometimes I see me as an old manatee Heading south as the waters grow colder He tries to steer clear of the hum drum so near It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulders That’s how it flows right to the end His body’s still flexible but that Barnacle brain don’t bend Chorus So now don’t get me wrong This is not a sad song Just events that I have happened to witness And time takes it’s toll as we head for the poll And no one dies from physical fitness That’s how it goes, right to the end As the days grow more complicated the night life still wins Chorus Let the winds of change blow over my head I’d rather die while I’m living then live while I’m dead The Good Fight by Jimmy Buffett and J.D. Souther “To Muhammed Ali for twenty years of excitement and entertainment” - Jimmy They talk about the women too much Women got ‘em so confused They don’t talk about their lives as such My life is all I got to lose They take it with a grain of salt And laugh at the complexities They’re good at pickin’ all the faults I keep laughin’ so they don’t pick me Jesus if I had to quit tonight I’d never know if I was Wrong or right But That’s just what you get You gotta go the distance If you’re gonna fight a good fight, gooood fight Keep it up & keep a good fight Keep it up & keep a good fight Telephone begins to ring That could only be one call I might as well be on the moon Standin’ in the shower stall I can’t believe she picked it up She didn’t know the rules somehow And then I hear her say hello-hello Panic in the grey room now Jesus if I had to quit tonight I’d never know If I was wrong or right But that’s just what you get You got to go the distance If you wanna fight a good fight, gooood fight Keep it up & keep a good fight Keep it up & keep a good fight You never know until you try It’s hard to see which side your on Some people say I’m half way here Some people say I’m half way gone Jesus if I had to quit tonight I’d never know If I was wrong or right But that’s just what you get You got to go the distance If you wanna fight a good fight, gooood fight Keep it up & keep a good fight Keep it up & keep a good fight All We Want is Just a Good Fight Yes It’s gotta be a Good Fight The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful by Jimmy Buffett “Graffiti in the bathrooms of good bars has always been a great source of material. I think this one either came from Captain Tony’s or the Napoleon House in New Orleans.” “This song is for Billy Clyde Tuggel. I hope you make it to Tahiti one day.” - Jimmy He worked hard all year just wanted a few weeks alone But his old lady’s into modeling, She can’t stay away from the phone Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes She says "Down there there is nothing to do" Her goddamn phone never stops ringing He’ll try the service in a day maybe two Well, he’s on his third drink before the wheels of the plane leave the ground Making points with the stewardess high over Long Island Sound She’s also spending some time on the island Too much city madness gives her the blues They make a date to go dancing and dining Seems neither has that much to lose Chorus The weather is here I wish you were beautiful My thoughts aren’t too clear but don’t run away My girlfriend’s a bore, my job is too dutiful Hell, nobody’s perfect would you like to play I feel together today Well now that was just the start of a well deserved over due binge Meanwhile back in the city certain people are starting to cringe His lawyers are calling his parents His girlfriend doesn’t know what to think His partners are studying their options He’s just singing and ordering drinks Chorus The weather is here I wish you were beautiful The skies are too clear life’s easy today The beer is too cold, the daiquiri’s too fruitful There’s no place like home when it’s this far away I don’t care what they say He’s going back to New York pack it up and let everyone know It was something that he should have done such a long time ago Still time to start a new life in the palm trees Billy Clyde wasn’t insane And it doesn’t work out there’ll never be any doubt That the pleasure was worth all the pain Chorus The weather is here I wish you were beautiful The skies are too clear, life is easy today The beer is too cold, the daiquiri’s too fruitful There’s no place like home when it’s this far away I need time for to play Time for to play Stars Fell On Alabama “I have been called a cornball and a hopeless romantic. I appreciate those labels, and I don’t apologize for my feelings. I have always loved the Tin Pan Alley kind of songs that came out of writing teams in the forties. This one, of course, was known to me as a kid, and I like to play it at shows now. It’s fun to see teenagers mouth the words to a song they might never heard if I hadn’t been such a cornball.” “For all the crooners and swooners wherever they may be” - Jimmy Moonlight and magnolia, starlight in your hair All the world a dream come true Did it really happen, was I really there Was I really there with you Chorus We lived our little drama, we kissed in a field of white And the stars fell on Alabama last night I can’t forget the glamour Your eyes held a tender light And the stars fell on Alabama last night Never planned in my imagination, a situation so heavenly A fairy tale where no one else could enter And in the center, just you and me, dear My heart beat like a hammer, my arms wound around you tight And the stars fell on Alabama last night Island “For Jane” - 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 Little Miss Magic “When Savannah Jane was born, my world was definitely altered. Once, when she was very small, she pointed to a spot on the globe and told me she had been a princess in China. Before she could speak I would watch her follow the blades of the ceiling fan with her big brown eyes, and I couldn’t help but to be a proud father. Besides, if you don’t write a song about your daughter, you will go to hell.” “For “The Noop” - Jimmy She’s constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling And the funny little faces she makes can’t help but be appealing She loves to ride through the town with the top down Feel the warm breeze on her gentle skin She is my next of kin Chorus I see a little more of me everyday I catch a little more moustache turning grey Your mother is the only other woman for me Little Miss Magic what you gonna be Sometimes I catch her dreaming and wonder where that little mind meanders Is she down along the shore or strolling cross the broad Savannah’s I know in time she’ll learn to make up her own mind In time she’s gonna learn to fly Oh that I won’t deny Chorus It’s raining it’s pouring Your old man is snoring
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