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You’ll Never Work In Dis Bidness Again by Jimmy Buffett, Josh Leo, Matt Betton, Vince Melamed, Michael Utley, and Wilie Weeks  He told it to the monkeys and they didn’t talk back Then he told the old iguana and he didn’t attack They told me before I started That it never ever would work out Stay in school, don’t be a fool But I had to see what life is about So I went to Biloxi seeking fortune and fame I got hired, I got fired, I got called dirty names You’ll never never work in dis bidness again No you’ll never, no never Never work in dis bidness again I knew I needed representation and I found it one night in a bar He was a bondsman and a part time agent And he said that he would make me a star He said, "You don’t have to be that good To make it out in Hollywood You just have to change and complain." Or you’ll never, never work in dis bidness again You’ll never, no, never, never work in dis bidness again (INSTRUMENTAL) I parked cars at the Rainbow I sold maps of the stars I got my nose broken in Spago’s When I puked on the bar All I played’s a double barmitzvah Bubba played a double bar mitzvah It’s a jungle out there We love it Hell, I don’t care I’m going back to my parrothead friends I will never, never work in dis bidness again No, I’ll never, no never, never work in this bidness again You’ll never, never work in this bidness again The City by Mac McAnally As a child on the farm I was warned of the wiles of the city Of that demon disguised As the dirt in the skies of the city Well they say the proximity warps their minds Until they’re shooting one another just pass the time And we live it appeared Both in spite and in fear of the city I was constantly told How our lives were controlled by the city How they keep us in debt With the trends that they set it’s a pity How the beautiful people in the magazines Got the normal ones living beyond their means And the things that they said Made me go in my head to the city When I finally came There’s some things still the same in the city Your still under the thumb Of the rich and the young and the pretty Well they weren’t much different than we might act If there was that many of us that closely packed It’s an ancient idea But it struck me so clear in the city Last Mango In Paris by Jimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings, and Michael Utley I went down to Captain Tony’s to get out of the heat When I heard a voice call out to me, "Son, come have a seat" I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes Our lives change like the weather but a legend never dies He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon Took the first fast boat to China And "Jimmy, there’s still so much to be done." I had a third world girl in Buzios With a pistol in each hand She always kept me covered As we moved from land to land I had a damn good run on wall street With my high fashion model wife Woke up dry beneath the African sky Just me and my Swiss Army knife I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon Took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there’s still so much to be done We shot the breeze for hours As the sun fell from the skies And like the sun he disappeared before my very eyes It was somewhere past dark-thirty When I went back to the head I read upon the dingy wall The words the old man said I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon Took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there’s still so much to be done I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon Took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there’s still so much to be done That’s why we wonder and follow la vie dansante Come Monday by Jimmy Buffett Headin’ up to San Francisco for the Labor Day weekend show I’ve got my hush-puppies on I guess I never was meant for glitter 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 four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze and I just want you back by my side Yes it’s been quite a summer rent-a-cars and west bound trains And now your off on vacation some things are hard to explain And Yes since love you so that’s the reason I just let you go Chorus I can’t help it honey your that much a part of me now Remember the night in Montana when we said there’d be no room for doubt I hope your enjoyin’ the scen’ry I know that it’s pretty out there We can go hikin on Tuesday with you I could walk anywhere California has worn me quite thin So nice to be in Georgia again End Chorus Today’s Message by Jimmy Buffett “Oh yes. Welcome, welcome all. In the middle of this parrothead madness this evening we thought it would be appropriate to take a few minutes of your time to reflect on a little spiritual, spiritual healing. Heal’em up sister. We have such a choir with us this evening. We can’t wait to hear all of you sing with us. That’s why we’re here. We heard you all on a couple of songs already. The only thing is, it’s not nice to beat Jimmy to the words of his own song.” “Yes, we white people been working on rhythm for a while but we’ve got a long way to go. So when we get to this next song we’d like for you to sing. I know that some of you may be a little hesitant here. The climate that’s going around these days because some pea-brained people think that some of my songs are obscene and nasty. We know better don’t we? But I just feel sorry for the ones that don’t. It’s just that the times have moved so far ahead of ‘em they’re back in the pea-brained past.” “Time has moved so fast, I will give you a couple of examples. Today, a pair of tennis shoes costs more than a lot of your first automobiles did. I had a hundred dollar pick-up truck back in those days. I know. Can I get an AMEN for a hundred dollar pick-up truck?” “Today there are two Madonnas. Our Lady of Fatima over here, and that woman from Michigan runnin’ around Italy with Warren Beatty over here. Looks like Helen of Troy. Sue me baby sue me, yeah.” “And uh, we don’t want you to think of this song in those terms because this song that we’re about to get you to help us with is not a nasty, obscene song. It is a love song, from a slightly different point of view, that’s all. And before we sing it we just want to bring you a little message of peace, prosperity, and hope in such a trouble world today. But Reverened Jim has a few things he thinks could work to solve our world problems and our world tensions.” “First of all, we send all the presidents of the savings and loans associations over to run the country of Iraq. That would solve two problems right there. And world peace, I’ve got an answer for world peace. We take the money that it’d cost us to build just one B-1 bomber, that one that doesn’t work. We change it into five dollar bills. We put all of this money into bags and we fly over the Atlantic Ocean, past Europe because they’re getting their shit togehter anyway. We drop this money on the Russian people. All those little tiny pictures of Abraham Lincoln come tumblin’ down out of the sky. I want them to feel those sawbucks in their hands. You know how your money feels when you accidently leave it in your blue jeans and you take it out and it’s all warm and soft, oooh! Well we let those Russian people hang on to that money for about a week and then we fly back over there. We fill our airplanes full of mail order catalogs from L.L. Bean. From up in Columbus, Sporty’s Pilot Shop. And Victoria’s Secret! The Russian people have this money in their hand, the catalogs come down. They look at those pictures on the opening pages of the Victoria’s Secret catalog, not back in the outdoors section, you know what I’m talking about right? They got the money, they got the catalogs, they’re going to get the idea. They send all the money back to us to buy the stuff. We have full employment. There’s world peace, and the Russians have crotch-less underwear through the twenty-first century! Thank you!” “So I hope you have no hesitation about joining us in this song. As I said, it is just a love song, from a different point of view.” A Love Song (From a Different Point of View) by Jimmy Buffett I really do appreciate the fact you’re sittin’ here Your voice sounds so wonderful But your face don’t look too clear Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew Let’s hear it, why don’t we get drunk and screw (Chorus) Why don’t we get drunk and screw I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you They say you are a snuff queen, Honey, I don’t think that’s true So, why don’t we get drunk and screw (Instrumental) Why don’t we get drunk and screw I just bought a waterbed filled up with Elmer’s Glue They say you are a snuff queen, let’s see what all you Macho Man can do So, why don’t we get drunk and screw One Particular Harbour IA ORA TE NATURA E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI IA ORA TE NATURA E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI I know I don’t get there often enough But God knows I surely try It’s a magic kind of medicine That no doctor could prescribe I used to rule my world from a pay phone And ships out on the sea But now times are rough And I got too much stuff Can’t explain the likes of me But there’s this one particular harbour So far but yet so near Where I see the days as they fade away And finally disappear But now I think about the good times Down in the Caribbean sunshine In my younger days I was so bad Laughin’ about all the fun we had I’ve seen enough to feel the world spin Mixin’ different oceans meetin’ cousins Listen to the drummers and the night sounds Listen to the singers make the world go ’round IA ORA TE NATURA E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI IA ORA TE NATURA E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI Lakes below the mountains Fow into the sea Like oils applied to canvas They permeate through me And there’s that one particular harbour Sheltered from the wind Where the children play on the shore each day And all are safe within Most mysterious calling harbour So far but yet so near I can see the day when my hair’s full gray And I finally disappear IA ORA TE NATURA E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI IA ORA TE NATURA E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE Bounty of the land is exhausted But there’s still abundance on the sea Honey Do by Jimmy Buffett and Michael Utley You never try to keep the wild ones home But mister don’t just sit there and wait Go out on the town makin’ all of the rounds It don’t matter if you’re your own date Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried Dreamin’ of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina I can’t pronounce my r’s or g’s when I’m speakin’ Southerneese Honey do, Honey, come and do me again I’ve seen that fat cat style Three hundred pounds of jive ass smile Young girls gigglin’ all the while That’s not my cup of chowder I go for candlelight Cold champagne every friday night Honey, do a little toast to me and you Honey, why couldn’t you have taken the non stop train I’m hungry and I really want to see you again I know it’s gettin’ late Waiter keeps starin’ at your empty plate Maitre’d keeps tellin’ me "Sir, she’s just not coming." What the hell does Utley know We’ve been through all this before Honey do, Little toast to me and you Honey, why couldn’t you have taken the non stop train? I’m hungry and I really want to see you again Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried Dreamin’ of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina I can’t pronounce my r’s or g’s when I’m speakin’ Southerneese Honey do, Honey come and do me again Yeah, Honey do, Honey come and do me again Cheeseburger In Paradise by Jimmy Buffett Tried to amend my carnivorous habits Made it nearly seventy days Losin’ weight without speed, eatin’ sunflower seeds Drinkin’ lots of carrot juice and soakin’ up rays But at night I’d have these wonderful dreams Some kind of sensuous treat Not zucchini, fettucini, or bulgar wheat But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of 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 oldtime sailor men They eat the same thing again and again Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn But times have changed for sailors these days When I’m in port I get what I need Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris But that American creation on which I feed! Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with mustard be nice Not too particular, not too precise I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise I like mine with lettuce and tomato Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes Big kosher pickle and a cold draught beer Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer For a cheeseburger in paradise Makin’ the best of every virtue and vice Worth every damn bit of sacrifice To get a cheeseburger in paradise To be a cheeseburger in paradise I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise A Pirate Looks At Forty by Jimmy Buffett Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall You’ve seen it all, you’ve seen it all Watch the men who rode you Switch from sails to steam And in your belly you hold the treasure that few have ever seen, most of them dreams Most of them dreams Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late The cannons don’t thunder there’s nothin’ to plunder I’m an over forty victim of fate Arriving too late, arriving too late I’ve done a bit of smugglin’ I’ve run my share of grass I made enough money to buy Miami But I pissed it away so fast Never meant to last, never meant to last I have been drunk now for over two weeks I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks But I’ve got to stop wishin’ Got to go fishin’, I’m down to rock bottom again Just a few friends, just a few friends “Nice to see all of our Friends every year, Thank You Friends!” Instrumental I go for younger women, lived with several awhile And though I ran away, they’ll come back one day And I still could manage a smile, Chill! It just takes awhile, just takes awhile Mother, mother ocean, after all my years I’ve found My occupational hazard being my occupations just not around I feel like I’ve drowned but I want wear a frown Feel like I’ve drowned I’m gonna go check out, peachtree street is somewhere down town Jolly Mon Sing by Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley, and Will Jennings There is a tale that the island people tell Don’t care if it is true ’cause I love it so well Jolly Mon sang for his supper every night The people fed him well ’cause he treated them so right Oh Jolly Mon sing Oh make Orion ring And they wanted him to sing on the islands near and far He always found his way by Orion the lucky star He’d tell them of their joys, he’d tell them of their woes They’d love to see him come and hate to see him go Oh Jolly Mon sing Oh make the music ring He was making his way home on a dark and stormy night When he heard a cry for help, he saw a flashing light When he reached the other boat and offered him a hand They said, "Give us all your cargo." as they took a pirate stand Oh Jolly Mon sing Oh give them everything "Jolly Mon it’s over - Sing your last song very well" They tossed him in the ocean cause their hearts were made in hell Came along a dolphin, he said,"Jolly Mon Hello" "I’ve always loved your singing - climb on board and don’t let go." Oh Jolly Mon sing Oh make the oceans ring The night was filled with magic as they bid the sea goodbye They swam into the heavens - they stayed up in the sky And all the island people when they wish upon a star See the dolphin and the Jolly Mon who tell them where they are Oh Jolly Mon sing Oh make the heavens ring Oh Jolly Mon sing Oh make the magic ring Gypsies In The Palace by Jimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey, and Will Jennings So long Boss, knock ‘em dead, don’t worry ’bout a thing Wish that we could come along, we’d love to hear you sing The limo’s here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone, Me and Snake will watch your place and treat it like our own Look at all this liquor Look at all this food It’s only gonna go to waste We’re not really being rude But the good stuff’s in his closet, I swear he wouldn’t mind Hell, we”ll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time We’re gypsies in the palace, he’s left us here alone The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne We ain’t got no money, we ain’t fot no fight But we’re gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight There’s damsels in distress out there and we got all this beer We’ll free them from their condos and bring them over here We’ll show them his gold records We’ll play his music loud We’ll party just like Bubba does We’ll do the old man proud We’re gypsies in the palace, there ain’t no wrong or right We’re gypsies in the palace, and we’re going wild tonight He’s the greatest guy to work for, man, he’s really cool Hey Snake, this party’s getting dull, throw someone in the pool Hey, let’s all take our clothes off and form a conga line Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake, we need more wine We’re gypsies in the palace, there ain’t no wrong or right We’re gypsies in the palace and we’re raising hell tonight Oh, hi there Boss, what’s going on? You say you’re coming when? I’ll send Snake to pick you tomorrow night at ten, okay Everybody out of here, this joint is closing down We’ve got to find someone to clean this up, He’s coming back to town Hi there boss, we waxed your car, we raked and mowed your lawn We couldn’t find enough to do in the short time you were gone Man it sure is peaceful here, you really got it all If you ever hit the road again, give me and Snake a call We’re gypsies in the palace, he’s left us here alone The order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume the throne We ain’t got no money, we ain’t got no right But we’re gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight Fins by Jimmy Buffett, Barry Chance, Tom Corcoran, and Deborah McColl She came down from Cincinnati It took her three days on the train Lookin’ for some peace and quiet hoped to see the sun again lives down by the ocean takin’ care to look for sharks They hang out down around the waterfront way And feed right after dark Chorus Can’t you feel ‘em circlin’ (closin’in) honey Can’t you feel ‘em swimmin’ around You got fins to the left, fins to the right and your the only bait in town You got fins to the left, fins to the right and your the only girl in town She’s savin’ up most of her money Wants to head south in May Maybe roll in the sand with a rock’n'roll man Somewhere down Montserrat way But the money’s good in the season Helps to lighten her load Boys keep her high as the months go by She’s gettin’ postcards from the road Chorus Sailed off to Antigua. It took her three days on a boat Lookin’ for some peace and quiet Maybe keep her dreams afloat But now she feels like a remora ’cause the school’s still close at hand Just behind the reef are the big white teeth of the sharks that swim on land Chorus Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffett Nibblin’ on sponge cake watchin’ the sun bake All of these parrotheads covered with oil Strummin’ my six string on my front porch swing Smell those shrimp They’re beginnin’ to boil (bubble bubble bubble) Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame And I know, this is usally some woman’s fault Don’t know the reason Stayed here all season With nothing to show but this brand new tatoo But it’s a real beauty Oh those Atlanta cuties, well over the years I have met me a few Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame Now you really think, I’m gonna admit this is my fault? I blew out my flip flop Stepped on a pop top I broke my leg twice, had to limp on back home But there’s booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame But I know, it’s my own damn fault Yes, and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame, And I know it’s my own damn fault Jamaica Farewell by Lord Burgess
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