Fool Button by Jimmy Buffett

I woke up in a strange room
That I’d never seen before
Weird paintings on the wall
And mirrors on the ceiling
I bolted for the door

Looking for my rent-a-car
Was the Cordoba blue or red
Tryin’ to remember where I put the keys
Tryin’ to remember what I said

I pushed the fool button
My night went haywire
I pushed the fool button
Set my brain on fire

Now I was sittin’ in the corner of a very laid back bar
A little three piece band playin’ on the stand
Not knowin’ what lay in store
In a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage
The crowd went berserk, the band said, "What a jerk."
As he went into a blues rampage

It was a fool palace
Double knit on parade
They pushed the fool button
As the skinny boy played and played
Push it, push it, push it

I try to make a point of protecting the innocent
But none of them can be found
I can happen anytime
It can happen any place
It can happen in your own hometown

And if you don’t believe my words
Or think my story’s true
Get a bottle of rum and an Eskatrol
And watch the same thing happen to you

We’ll push the fool button
I’ll meet you in the bar
We’ll push the fool button
Where everyone’s a star

 The Last Line by Keith Sykes

I’ve given my life for songs that I sing
As a matter of fact, I’ve given everything
But time has come to not make a sound
Time has come to lay my burden down

Ohhh wo, ohhh wo
It’s come from behind, and now is the time
for the last line

I’ve managed to keep some friends on my side
And lived through the time of rumors and lies
But now is the time to rest my heart
Let some other innocent fool take my part

Ohh wo, ohh wo
It’s come from behind, and now is the time
for the last line

So don’t pay me no mind, I’m walkin’ away
You’ll see me again on some other day
You’ll see me again, I’ll be ready to go
And pour out my songs with my heart and my soul

Ohhh wo, ohhh wo
It’s come from behind, and now is the time
for the last line
Yes it’s come from behind
Now is the time
For the last line
Ah the last line



Livingston Saturday Night by Jimmy Buffett

“One day my old friend and now brother-in-law Thomas McGuane came over to my house in Key West and gave me a movie script he had written. He asked me to read it and said he recommended that I write the music. The script was entitled “Rancho Deluxe,” and the rest is history. Yes, I am in the movie: in the bar scene, along with Tom and the late Warren Oats. I think it has a lot to do with what I learned that summer in Montana.” - Jimmy

You got your Tony Lama’s on your jeans pressed tight
You take a few tokes, make you feel all right
Rockin’ and rollin’ on a Livingston Saturday Night

Pickup’s washed and you just got paid
With any luck at all you might even get laid
‘Cause they’re pickin’ and a-kickin’
on a Livingston Saturday Night

So won’t you listen to the sound of a hot country band,
Boot heels shufflin’ on the dance floor Sam
Sing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool
Hittin’ on the honies right out of high school
Yeah, fifteen may get you twenty
but that’s all right
"Cause they’re rockin and a rollin’ on a
Livingston Saturday Night
Alright Timmy!

So won’t you listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels shufflin’ on the dance floor Sam
Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg
Temperature is rising, better pop another keg

Fifteen may get you twenty, but that’s all right
‘Cause they’ll be rockin’ and a rollin’ on a
Livingston Saturday Night
Where’s that Harpoon Man?

So won’t you listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels shufflin’ on the dance floor Sam
Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg
Temperature is rising, better pop another keg

Fifteen may get you twenty, but that’s all right
‘Cause they’ll be rockin’ and a rollin’ on a
Livingston Saturday Night



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, fettuccini, or bulgur 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 old time 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 banana or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed

Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with muenster’d 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

From 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

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



Coast Of Marseilles by Keith Sykes

“I believe that this is one the best songs I have ever heard. Keith Sykes wrote this years back when he was hanging around Key West, and it felt as if it had been molded for me. I never get tired of singing this song.” - Jimmy

I sat there on the coast of Marseilles
My thoughts came by like wind through my hand
How good it’d be to hold you again
How good it’d be to feel that way again
How good it’d be to feel that way again

Would you be remembering me
I ask that question time and again
The answer came and haunted me so
I did not want to think it again
I did not want to think it again

You make it hard for me to forget
I haven’t stopped loving you yet

When I left the coast of Marseilles
I hadn’t done what I’d come to do
I spent all the money I’d saved
And still did not get over you
No I did not get over you



Cowboy In The Jungle by Jimmy Buffett

There’s a cowboy in the jungle
And he looks so out of place
With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap Cheroots
And his skin as white as paste

Headin’ south to Paraguay
Where the gauchos sing and shout
Now he’s stuck in Porto Bello
Since his money all ran out

So he hangs out with the sailors
Night and day they’re raisin’ hell
And his original destination’s just another
Story that he loves to tell

With no plans for the future
He still seems in control
From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
He just had to learn to roll

Roll with the punches
Play all of his hunches
Made the best of whatever came his way
What he lacked in ambition
He made up with intuition
Plowing straight ahead come what may

Steel band in the distance
And their music floats across the bay
While American women in muumuus
Talk about all the things they did today
And their husbands quack about fishing
As they slug those rum drinks down
Discussing who caught what
and who sat on who’s butt
But it’s the only show in town

They’re tryin’ to drink all the punches
They all may lose their lunches
Tryin’ to cram lost years into five or six days
Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition
Plowin’ straight ahead come what may

I don’t want to live on that kind of island
No, I don’t want to swim in a roped off sea
Too much for me, too much for me
I’ve got to be where the wind and the water are free

Alone on a midnight passage
I can count the falling stars
While the Southern Cross and the satellites
They remind me of where we are
Spinning around in circles
Living it day to day
And still twenty four hours, maybe sixty good years
It’s really not that long a stay

We’ve gotta roll with the punches
Learn to play all of our hunches
Make the best of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind ambition
And learn to trust your intuition
Plowin’ straight ahead come what may
And there’s a cowboy in the jungle



Mañana by Jimmy Buffett

“I spent a winter living on my boat in the British Virgin Islands. One night , I was anchored in Jost Van Dyke in front of Foxy’s Bar and was staring out at the lights of St. Thomas in the distance. All of a sudden the electricity went out, and the stars were the only lights left. I imagined the panic at the power plant while the stars smugly shone on into the dawn, and then the song became a chronicle of things I had done and seen that week. Better than notes on a calendar.” - Jimmy

She said I can’t go back to America soon
It’s so goddamn cold it’s gonna snow until June
Yeah, they’re freezin’ up in Buffalo stuck in their cars
And I’m lyin’ here ‘neath the sun and the stars
Customs man tell her that she’s gotta leave
She’s got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve
Wants to find her a captain, a man of strong mind
And any direction he blows will be fine

Chorus:
Please don’t say Mañana if you don’t mean it
I have heard those words for so very long
Don’t try to describe the ocean if you’ve never seen it
Don’t ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong

Tried and I tried but I don’t understand
Never seems to work out the way I had it planned
Hanging out at a marina when Steve Martin called
Singin’ anybody there really want to get small

But women and water are in short supply
There’s not enough dope for us all to get high
I hear it gets better, that’s what they say
As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay

Chorus:
Please don’t say Mañana if you don’t mean it
I have heard your lines foe so very long
Don’t try to describe the scenery if you’ve never seen it
Don’t ever forget that you just may wind up in my song
Let’s Reggae Reefers!

Called all my friends on those cheap nightly rates
Sure was good to talk to the old United States
While the lights of St. Thomas about twenty miles west
I see General Electric’s still doing their best

I’ve got to head this boat south pretty soon
New album’s old and I’m fresh out of tunes
But I know that I’ll get ‘em, I know that they’ll come
Through the people and places and Caldwoods Rum

Chorus:
So please don’t say Mañana if you don’t mean it
I have done your lines for so very long
Don’t try to describe a Kiss concert if you’ve never seen it
Don’t ever forget that you just may wind up being gone
And I hope Anita Bryant never does one of my songs



African Friend by Jimmy Buffett

“For the amount of shit that the Haitian people have had to endure over the centuries, they are the warmest and friendliest people I have come across in my travels. This song was written after a trip to Port-Au-Prince and a wild night in the old casino that made me feel as if I were in a Bogey movie. Those damn Bogey movies have put me in some tight spots as I’ve tried to create fact out of fiction.” - Jimmy

Disembarking at Duvalier Airport
Seeking transportation to town
As the purple ink dried on his passport
He could still feel the eyes look around

"Messieur ou y le casino?"
He spoke to the cabbie and smiled
The driver replied "Vieux ou noveaux?"
As he motioned the dark man inside

Business in Aruba concluded
He now had a little money to spend
That’s how I came to meet my African friend

We were rollin’ the bones several hours
Conversing as most gamblers do
We were calling on all of our powers
Hoping to see the night through

But not approving at all of our winning
The pit boss he tugged at his sleeve
Through the whole thing my new friend was grinning
When he motioned it’s time we should leave

With our night at the tables behind us
We were ready just to do it again
That’s when I came to know my African Friend

But I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse
A soldier told me I’ better leave
As I stumbled to find me a taxi
I saw a note pinned to my sleeve

"It was a pleasure and a hell of an evening
It was truly our night to win
But the authorities insist on my leaving
Take care, my American friend."

With my weekend in Haiti concluded
I now had a little money to spend
That’s when I came to meet my African friend
That’s how I came to know another good friend