 Song Lyrics -> Fruitcakes
Everybody’s Got a Cousin in Miami by Jimmy Buffett and Michael Tschudin  It was ninety miles to freedom but they took the risk Though the ocean was all motion and the wind was brisk The deadly gunboats never saw them in the pale moonlight They were off to Cayo Hueso by the dawns early light The gringo in the garden called the customs man They answered all his questions, were allowed to land The ladies shared a hairbrush and their husbands had a coke Then they were taken up to Krome to meet with their kin folk Everybody’s got a cousin in Miami Everybody understands the impromptu Dancing in the heat to the beat That turns your clothing clammy Everybody needs to have a dream come true In a third world jungle not so far away Lives a natural drummer with a dream to play He’s the brother of the lizard and the flying fish But he’s been enchanted by the pictures From the satellite dish So his mama packs his bags, knots his red neck tie Sends him north to her relations with a kiss good-bye He’s bewildered by the plane ride and the immigration line Until he sees his Christian name upon a cardboard sign Everybody’s got a cousin in Miami Everybody is an Aborigine Dancing in the heat to the beat That turns your clothing clammy Everybody wants to win that lottery It’s hard to believe the city started as a trading post Home to the Seminole, pirate and pioneer Between the river of grass and the old mosquito coast Before the railroad claimed the southernmost frontier I am umbilically connected to the temperate zone It brought me life, it brought me love I never have outgrown It brought me one too many nights along that Biscayne shore And one too many mornings in the Grove Drug Store In one way or the other we’re all refugees Living out this easy life below the banyan trees Smoothing off the rougher edges of the culture clash We got a style, we got a look We got that old panache Chorus Fruitcakes by Jimmy Buffett and Amy Lee Fruitcakes in the kitchen Fruitcakes on the street Struttin’ naked through the cross walk In the middle of the week Half baked cookies in the oven Half baked people on the bus There’s a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us Paradise - Lost and found Paradise - take a look around I was out in California Where I hear they have it all They got riots, fires and mud slides They got sushi in the mall Water bars and Brontosaurs Chinese modern lust Shake and bake life with the quake The secret’s in the crust Chorus We lost our Martian rocket ship The high paid spokesman said Looks like that silly rocket ship Has lost it’s cone-shaped head We spent ninety jillion dollars Tryin’ to get a look at Mars I hear universal laughter Ringing out among the stars Fruitcakes in the galaxy Fruitcakes on the Earth Strut naked towards eternity We’ve been that way since birth Half baked cookies in the oven Half baked people on the bus There’s a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us Religion, religion. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa Where’s the church, who took the steeple Religion’s in the hands of some crazy ass people Television preachers with bad hair and dimples The God’s honest truth is it’s not that simple It’s the Buddhist in you, it’s the pagan in me It’s the Muslim in him, she’s Catholic ain’t she? It’s that born again look, it’s the wasp and the Jew Tell me what’s goin on, I ain’t got a clue Here come the big ones - Relationships - We all got ‘em, we all want ‘em. What do we do with’em? Here we go I’ll tell ya She said you’ve got to do your fair share Now cough up half the rent I treat my body like a temple You treat yours like a tent But the right word at the right time May get me a little hug That’s the difference between lightning And a harmless lightning bug Fruitcakes in the kitchen Fruitcakes on the street Struttin’ naked through the cross walk In the middle of the week Half baked cookies in the oven Half baked people on the bus There’s a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us The future, Captain’s log, Star date 2000 and somethin’ We’re seven years from the millennium That’s a science fiction fact Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal Now don’t look that abstract So I’ll put on my Bob Marley tape And practice what I preach Get Ja lost in the reggae mon As I walk along the beach Stay in touch with my insanity Really is the only way It’s a jungle out there kiddies Have a very fruitful day Lone Palm by Jimmy Buffett My garden is filled with papayas and mangos My life is a mixture of reggaes and tangos Taste for the good life, I can live it no other way While out on the beach there are two empty chairs That say more than the people who ever sit there From under my lone palm I can look out on the day Where no bird flies by my window No ship is tied to my tree Love is a wave building to a crescendo Ride if you will, ride it with me I knew this girl made of memories and phrases Who lived her whole life in both chapters and stages Danced til the dawn, wished all her worries away Well she wasn’t crazy no she wasn’t mad She just wanted the father that she never had From under my lone palm I think about her today Where no bird flies by my window No ship is tied to my tree Love is a wave building to a crescendo Ride if you will, ride it with me We sail from the port of indecision Young and wild with oh so much to learn Days turn into years as we try to fool our fears But to the port of indecision I return My gardens are filled with papayas and mangos My life is a mixture of jingles and jangles Come Christmas winds and blow all my worries away Where no bird flies by my window No ship is tied to my tree Love is a wave building to a crescendo Ride if you will, ride it with me Sing if you will and we’ll sing to the sea Six String Music by Jimmy Buffett and G.E. Smith Turn off the TV Turn off the crap Kick off your high heels Climb up in my lap And I’ll play music A song from me to you Simple six string music A ballad or the blues No interruptions from the telephone Don’t need call waiting Just you and me alone And my six string music A song from me to you Simple six string music A ballad or the blues Oh I remember that night in Africa My daughter and my little guitar Straddling the equator The king of Zanzibar Those shy black hidden faces They didn’t know me from Adam’s cat But the words and the singing And the people in a ring And the whole night went like that Some folks like icing, some folks like cake Some swim in the ocean, some paddle in a lake You can get into Beethoven, you can groove on Jimmy Reed But keep it simple stupid All we really need Is six string music A song from me to you Simple six string music A ballad or the blues Six string music Ain’t no symphony It’s just six string music So elementary Uncle John’s Band by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter Well the first days are the hardest days Don’t you worry any more Cause when life looks like easy street There is danger at the door Think this through with me, let me know your mind Oh oh all I want to know is are you kind It’s a buck dancer’s choice my friend You better take my advice You know all the rules by now And the fire from the ice Will you come with me, won’t you come with me Oh oh all I want to know, will you come with me God damn I declare have you seen the like Their walls are built with cannon balls Their motto is don’t tread on me Come hear Uncle John’s band playing to the tide Come on along or go alone, He’s come to take his children home It’s the same story the crow told me It’s the only one he knows Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go Ain’t no time to hate, barely time to wait Oh oh all I want to know where does the time go I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar’s Tomb I’ve got me a violin and I beg you call the tune Any body’s choice, I can hear your voice Oh oh all I want to know how does the song go Come hear Uncle John’s band by the river side Got some things to talk about Here beside the rising tide Come hear Uncle John’s band playing to the tide Come on along or go alone He’s come to take his children home Love In The Library by Jimmy Buffett and Mac McAnally On the corner of Government and Bay Avenue The old doomsday fanatic wore a crown of kudzu Sirens where wailing in the gulf coastal heat And it seemed like the whole world was in forced retreat I paid no attention, revolved through the door Passed the newspaper rack on the worn marble floor Near civil war history my heart skipped a beat She was standing in fiction stretched high on bare feet Love in the library, quiet and cool Love in the library, there are no rules Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime I fell in love in the library once upon a time I was the pirate and she was the queen Sir Francis and Elizabeth the best there’s ever been Then she strolled past my table and stopped at the stairs Then sent me a smile as she reached for Flaubert Love in the library, quiet and cool Love in the library, there are no rules Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime I fell in love in the library once upon a time She gathered her books, walked while she read Words never spoken but so much was said You can read all you want into this rendezvous But it’s safer than most things that lovers can do Well stories have endings and fantasies fade The guard by the door starts drawing the shade So write your own ending and hope they come true For the lovers and strangers on Bay Avenue Love in the library, quiet and cool Love in the library, there are no rules Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime I fell in love in the library once upon a time Quietly Making Noise by Jimmy Buffett and Michael Tschudin Oscar Wilde died in bed Several floors above my head Living well beyond his means In that crazy Paris scene Rain falls down in sheets so clear No one ever calls me here Traveling by my self these days I’m into jazz and felt berets Far from the that old eastern shore Searching for strange metaphors I don’t want to be another victim of fashion I don’t want to see my name in the paper each day Leave that to the young Turks They’re more handsome and dashing Posing for paparazzi’s down Laguna way Down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels, subterranean lullaby Met an African prancer, a hemisphere dancer Spied the ghost of Brassens We smiled at the secret we shared And I hid it like contraband Chorus Quietly making noise, making noise Starts with kindergarten toys Not too soft not too loud Just enough to draw a crowd Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise Followed the beat, I found myself in this patois spot Outside a blizzard was blowing but inside the joint was hot Zouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longs The words flew right by my face Rhythm and motions, a blamma jamma potion You cannot erase Quietly making noise, making noise Pissin off the old killjoys Glass packs on a hot Mustang A Telecaster with a twang Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise Singers and writers and poets Have flocked here for centuries The city of light is built upon mountains of memories Baritone saxophone, monotones Speak of the voice I’ve heard before It’s a lasting impression A Gypsy expression you cannot ignore Frenchman For The Night by Jimmy Buffett and Roger Guth From his driftwood castle Comes a song I’ve heard before A scratchy gramophone cuts to the bone “La Vie En Rose” arpeggios So the dream begins And the song is amplified Buy the Beaujolais, on Bastille day He dances in the tide Chorus By the light of the moon He’s a Frenchman for the night By the light of the moon It’ll be all right Well it takes him back To the days of love and war And the girl he knew with eyes of blue Waiting on the shore If he’d only known How the years would fly on by Such a simple crime, he’s run out of time So he reaches for the sky By the light of the moon He’s a Frenchman for the night By the light of the moon It’ll be all right Blame it on the Champs Elysees Blame it on a tune Blame it on the stroke of Monet But you can’t escape the moon He sees the stars above As the floor to heavens light While the angels taunt “C’est une nuit blanche” He’s a Frenchman for the night By the light of the moon He’s a Frenchman for the night By the light of the moon It’ll be all right From a driftwood castle Comes a song I’ve heard before A scratchy gramophone cuts to the bone “La Vie En Rose” arpeggios Sunny Afternoon by Ray Davies The tax man’s taken all my dough And left me in this stately home Lazing on a sunny afternoon And I can’t even sail my yacht He’s taken everything I’ve got All I got’s this sunny afternoon In the summertime Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze I got a big fat momma trying to break me And I love to live so pleasantly Live this life of luxury Lazing on a sunny afternoon In the summertime My girlfriend’s run off with my car And gone back to her ma and pa Telling tales of parrotheads and parties And now I’m just sitting here Sipping on this ice cold beer Lazing on a sunny afternoon In the summertime Help me, help me, help me sail away Well give me two good reasons why I ought to stay Cause I love to live so pleasantly Live this life of luxury Lazing on a sunny afternoon In the summertime In the summertime In the summertime Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze I got a big fat momma trying to break me And I love to live so pleasantly Live this life of luxury Lazing on a sunny afternoon In the summertime Tax man’s taken all my dough Gonna find that passport and out of here I’ll go Vampires, Mummies And The Holy Ghost by Jimmy Buffett Looked in my laptop what did I see A flashing message said today therapy, AH! Rather walk through fire Than converse with my shrink But I’m getting better That’s what some people think Talk about denial And dysfunctional things Head’s like a bell somedays It dongs and it dings My brain playing tricks on me It likes to shift gears Spend lots of money But I’m tackling my fears Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost These are the things that terrify me the most No aliens, psychopaths or MTV hosts Scares me like vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost Had a dream last night Took a time traveling ride Back to my childhood Where those monsters reside They snack on innocence And dine on self-esteem But I like to be in touch with what makes me scream Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost These are the things that terrify me the most No aliens, psychopaths or MTV hosts Scares me like vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost I was never ever frightened By the murderer on our block He nurtured orchids and raised hamsters The neighborhood is still in shock La, la, la, la, la So many dragons lurking out in the fog So many crazy people mumblin’ monologues It’s not the tales of Stephen King that I’ve read I need protection from the things in my head Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost These are the things that terrify me the most No aliens, psychopaths or MTV hosts Scares me like vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost She’s Got You by Hank Cochran I’ve got your picture You gave to me And it’s signed “with love” Just like it used to be Only thing different Only thing new I’ve got your picture He’s got you I’ve got the records We use to share And they still sound the same As when you were here Only thing different Only thing new I’ve got your records He’s got you I’ve got your memory Or has it got me Really don’t know But I know it won’t let me be I’ve got your class ring That proved you care And it still looks the same As when you gave it dear Only thing different Only thing new I’ve got your class ring He’s got you Delaney Talks To Statues by Jimmy Buffett Delaney talks to statues As she dances ’round the pool She chases cats through roman ruins And stomps on big toadstools She speaks a language all her own That I cannot discover But she knows I love her so When I tuck her ‘neath the covers Father, daughter Down by the water Shells sink, dreams float Life’s good on our boat Delaney draws me pictures She finger paints the sand We chase the dogs and hop like frogs Then I do my bad handstand She’s growing up too fast for me And asking lots of questions Some I know the answers to And some I’m looking for suggestions Father, daughter Born by the water Surf’s up, sun’s down Life in a beach town And some of the things I’ve seen Maybe she won’t have to see But there’s a lot I want to pass along That was handed down to me Delaney talks to statues As she dances ’round the pool She chases cats through Roman ruins And stomps on big toadstools She speaks a language all her own Just a little like her mother And she knows I love her so When I tuck her ‘neath the covers Father, daughter Down by the water Shells sink, dreams float Life’s good on our boat Apocalypso by Matt Betton They say this universe is bound to blow But I say we crank up the calypso control Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso Now I’m no dancer as dancers go But this is one step that you need to know Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso We’ll be dancing when we go Planets come and planets go Apocalypso Undisturbed the dancers flow Apocalypso Old galaxies can be cold So I’ll hold you close When this earthly light is burning low This dance will take you to the next plateau Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso We’ll be dancing when we go We’ll be dancing when we go Planets come and planets go Apocalypso Undisturbed the dancers flow Apocalypso Yes we’ll ride that final tide Apocalypso Gone away just yesterday Apocalypso
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