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Barometer Soup by Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Russ Kunkel, Peter Mayer, and Jay Oliver  Follow in my wake You’ve not that much at stake For I have plowed the seas And smoothed the troubled waters Come along let’s have some fun The hard work has been done We’ll barrel roll into the sun Just for starters Just for starters Barometer’s my soup I’m descended from a deckhand on a sloop I travel on the song lines That only dreamers see Not known for predictability Come and follow in our wake You’ve not that much at stake For we have plowed the seas And smoothed the troubled waters Come along let’s have some fun Seems our work is done We’ll barrel roll into the sun Just for starters Sail the main course In a simple sturdy craft Keep her well stocked With short stories and long laughs Go fast enough to get there But slow enough to see Moderation seems to be the key Constantly searchin’ Oh my eyes have seen some horizons And I’ve crossed the ocean for more than just thrills No I’m not the first Won’t be the last You lust for the future But treasure the past Follow in my wake You’ve not as much at stake For I have plowed the seas And smoothed the troubled waters Come along let’s have some fun The hard work has been done We’ll barrel roll into the sun Just for starters We’ll barrel roll into the sun Just for starters We’ll barrel roll into the sun Just for starters Barefoot Children by Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Russ Kunkel, Peter Mayer, and Jay Oliver Scratch my back with a lightning bolt Thunder rolls like a bass drum note The sound of the weather is Heaven’s ragtime band We all fell down from the Milky Way Hangin’ round here till Judgment Day Heaven only knows who’s in command Barefoot children in the rain Got no need to explain We’d be swingin’ on a ball and chain It’s always understood by those who play the game Barefoot children in the rain Show me yours and I’ll show you mine Take me back to days full of monkeyshines Bouncin’ on a bubble full of trouble in the summer sun Keep your raft from the riverboat Fiction over fact always has my vote And wrinkles only go where the smiles have been Barefoot children in the rain Got no need to explain We’d be swingin’ on a ball and chain It’s always understood by those who play the game Barefoot children in the rain Barefoot children in the rain Scratch my back with a lightning bolt Thunder rolls like a bass drum note The sound of the weather is Heaven’s ragtime band The sky turns blue and the sun appears But the question’s still what are we doin’ here I don’t think the answer’s close at hand Barefoot children in the rain Got no need to explain We’d be swingin’ on a ball and chain It’s always understood by those who play the game Barefoot children in the rain In the rain… In the rain… Bank of Bad Habits by Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Russ Kunkel, Peter Mayer, and Jay Oliver The rumors and the stories of my past I can’t deny I’m no Saint Ignatius but again I’m no barfly The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control I’ve got this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul Bank of bad habits The price of vice foretold One by one they’ll do you in They’re bound to take their toll The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control I’ve got this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul Last night I said goodbye to a dear old friend of mine Just a throw back shell beach party, nothin’ really asinine Rum and cooked animals and bullshit by the ton That party lasted way too long and I had too much fun Bank of bad habits The price of vice foretold One by one they’ll do you in They’re bound to take their toll The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control I’ve got this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul That bank of bad habits is worth its weight in gold Time for you to spend that dough You’re the only one you owe So put away those alibis You can’t fool that Banker in the sky (Spoken) Now let me tell you about the 7 Deadly Sins: 1. Pride…Thou shalt not have pride in thy neighbor. 2. Coveting…Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife. 3. Lust…Thou shalt not lust after his neighbor’s wife. 4. Anger…Do not be angry with your neighbor’s wife. 5. Gluttony…Do not eat thy neighbor’s wife’s ……..popcorn. 6. Envy…Do not envy your neighbor’s wife. 7. Sloth…Do not be a slob. And the eighth deadly sin is…………PIZZA! A picture’s worth a thousand words just ask a cameraman And it’s no sin to stop and look, I do it when I can But you have to purge that urge to merge You have to keep your head Or trouble is what you will find inside some stranger’s bed Bank of bad habits The price of vice foretold One by one they’ll do you in They’re bound to take their toll The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control I’ve got this bank of bad habits It’s worth it’s weight in gold Remittance Man by Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Russ Kunkel, Peter Mayer, and Jay Oliver Sinner on the mainland He’s a sinner on the sea He looks for absolution Not accountability How many destinations Oh God he’s seen them all He collects his precious pittance Never a port of call Remittance Man Black sheep of the family clan Broke too many rules along the way Remittance Man So far away from home No they’ll never understand The Remittance Man A man of empty pockets From jingling his change The idleness and grieving For all that he retains By the harbour lights of Sydney Or the Bora Bora moon He recites his sad confession To the seagulls and the loons Remittance Man Black sheep of the family clan Broke too many rules along the way Remittance Man So far away from home No they’ll never understand The Remittance Man Well you can claim that you were born a prince But you’re the only one you can convince Survivor with no livelihood That you could ever make it good But still you dream of what you can pretend An unexpected passenger Boarded in Marseilles An angel full of tenderness She gave her heart away She was but a gypsy He was just a stray They almost made a miracle but it slowly slipped away So he follows the equator With a wish to run aground It’s a very vicious circle Goin’ round and round and round And he watches from the fantail As the mainland disappears Just like the Flying Dutchman He’s a prisoner of his fears Remittance Man Black sheep of the family clan Broke too many rules along the way Remittance Man So far away from home No they’ll never understand No they’ll never understand No they’ll never understand The Remittance Man Diamond as Big as the Ritz by Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Russ Kunkel, Peter Mayer, and Jay Oliver Hidden in the mountains Under the earth and stone A cubic mile of perfection Treasure no one has known One man came upon this mother lode Built himself a thousand room chateau He’s the emperor of diamonds Master of the prize He’s got the hold on happiness And all that money can buy Everyday he lives in fascination This is not an everyday temptation, no It’s the diamond as big as the Ritz What you gonna do with this Tell me who’s goin’ to save you When you’re a slave to the Diamond as big as the Ritz A blessing can become a curse If you keep it to yourself our own exaggeration Is not so good for your health It’s the prophecy of the unattainable dream If you take one look behind the shine It doesn’t always gleam Everyday he lives in fascination This is not an everyday temptation, no It’s the diamond as big as the Ritz What you gonna do with this Tell me, who’s goin’ to save you When you’re a slave to a Diamond as big as the Ritz (Diamond. Diamond. Diamond. Diamond. Diamond) Coal under pressure (Diamond) Sparkle of treasure (Diamond) Crystalline measure (Diamond) On a mental pleasure (Diamond) In the corner of your eye (Diamond) Make a grown man cry (Diamond) All the seeds you’ve sown (Diamond) Greed can crumble your castle walls Greed can purchase you thrills Power is a dangerous drug It can maim, it can kill It’s the prophecy of the unattainable dream If you take one look behind the shine It doesn’t always gleam It was a diamond as big as the Ritz What you gonna do with this Tell me, who’s goin’ to save you When you’re a slave to a Diamond as big as the Ritz It was a diamond as big as the Ritz What you gonna do with this Tell me, who’s goin’ to save you When you’re a slave to a Diamond as big as the Ritz Blue Heaven Rendezvous by Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Russ Kunkel, Peter Mayer, and Jay Oliver Blue light guitars and a tropical breeze Hummin’ birds mime the words as they dance in the trees It’s a flashback kind of crowd It’s a cabaret sound There’s still some magic left in this tourist town Those crazy days And crazy ways We never want to undo We’ll be together Now and forever At the Blue Heaven rendezvous We’re weird roman candles Burnin’ bright at both ends At the end of the road’s Where this story beings Where the green of the gulf Meets the blue of the sea What makes it all happen’s Still a mystery to me Those crazy days And those crazy ways We never want to undo We’ll be together Now and forever At the Blue Heaven rendezvous If these walls could talk I don’t know what they’d say They’ve seen some accidental masquerades But it’s no surprise Dances ’til dawn Heroes long gone Let that guitar play We’ll be together Now and forever At the Blue Heaven rendezvous We’ll be together Now and forever At the Blue, Blue Heaven rendezvous Jimmy Dreams by Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Russ Kunkel, Peter Mayer, and Jay Oliver Jimmy dreams He’s a child to the end What a joy When you are your best friend The world’s such a toy If you just stay a boy You just spin it again and again Jimmy flies With no use for disguise Just escapes Using mirrors and capes And the words do the trick There is no bigger kick Than just rhyming again and again Sound of the low tide The smell of the rain Traveling’ alone On my boat and my plane Take it all in It’s as big as it seems Count all your blessings Remember your dreams Jimmy stares Towards the bright Pleiades It’s so strange What his distant eye sees Who knows why you start Rediscovering your heart But you do it again and again Sound of the low tide Smell of the rain Traveling alone On my boat and my plane Take it all in It’s as big as it seems Count all your blessings Remember your dreams Jimmy stares Towards the bright Pleiades It’s so strange What his distant eye sees Who knows why you start Rediscovering your heart You just do it again and again The world’s still a toy If you’ll just stay a boy And that’s why Jimmy dreams Lage Nom Ai by Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Russ Kunkel, Peter Mayer, and Jay Oliver Nordstrom was a simple man Who had some non-conformist plan To save his ass Every night he danced alone And blotted out the monotone That was his past He packs his bag of mysteries And leaves the lonely memories Where they belong They came and went so easily This rising tide identity Sings like a song Let’s sing Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai When you know that life is just a game Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai (Oh!) He’s the man who gave up his own name In the roll of the cosmic dice You win one heart and lose it twice Before you know Love is fine until you taste This melancholy bouillabaisse Called letting go Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai When you know that life is just a game Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai (Hey!) He’s the man who gave up his own name He moved on up to old Beantown And summered on the Vineyard Sound To pass the day (day ay ay oh) Island hopping Crab Key bound Tendin’ bar he thinks he’s found A better way (ay ay ay oh) Now we’re back where we belong Without a clue and still without A master plan (ay ay ay oh) Incident or accident It all depends on if you’re meant To understand (ay ay ay oh) Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai When you know that life is just a game Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai He’s the man who gave up his own name He’s the man who gave up his own name Spoken: eah, ‘ol Nordstrom’s gone. Checked out. Readin’ the wrong kind of books…listenin’ to that wild Caribbean music. He wiped himself out of his own computer. He’s the man who gave up his own name. He’s gone. Don’t Chu Know by Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Russ Kunkel, Peter Mayer, and Jay Oliver You can spend all your days in the grind Converting your nickels to dimes You could stuff all your pockets till they overflow Don’t chu know Don’t chu know Don’t chu know You can say you’re too old to be young You think you’re too smart to be dumb But the well-seasoned pro knows how long he can go Don’t chu know Don’t chu know Don’t chu know You can sing every song that’s been sung Offer the moon and the sun But if you ask me it’s all been both said and been done We’re just recycled history machines Cavemen in faded blue jeans It’s the unanswered question in each one of us Don’t chu know Don’t chu know Don’t chu know The more we learn the less we know What you keep is what you can’t let go Take it fast or take it slow Just one way for you to go Don’t chu know Let’s go now You can sing every song that’s been sung Offer the moon and the sun But if you ask me it’s not in the race that you run It’s that outcast in each one of us Who get’s the girl that is too glamorous There’s no one to deceive it’s just all make believe Don’t chu know Don’t chu know Don’t chu know Oh…. Don’t chu know Don’t chu know Don’t chu know Don’t chu know Don’t chu know Don’t chu know I Don’t Know I Don’t Know The Ballad of Skip Wiley by Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Russ Kunkel, Peter Mayer, and Jay Oliver He’s a man on a mission Wild as a ricochet Picture if you can when the Everglades ran From the Gulf Coast to Biscayne Bay He’s gonna give it back to the gators Lock the tourists up in theme parks and zoos He says join me for lunch at the reptile’s brunch Where the barometer soup is you He’s crazy and dangerous But who else can you trust He’s the outlaw in all of us The environmental terrorist You can mess with that mouse in Orlando Jilt a tourist in St. Augustine You can shoplift all day at Blockbuster But you can’t steal the Orange Bowl Queen No you can’t steal the Orange Bowl Queen Spoken: That’s unthinkable in the state of Florida What would the Chamber of Commerce say This man is sick Yeah There were crimes of epic proportions All part of Skip Wiley’s crusade Tourists were cackin’ And tourists were packin’ While he and Skink cooled there heels in the shade Then came the citrus sensation Welcome to the revolution he said With a pirates persona He snatched the gridiron madonna And the day groovers called for his head He’s crazy and dangerous But who else can you trust He’s the outlaw in all of us The environmental terrorist You can mess with that mouse in Orlando Jilt a tourist in St. Augustine You can rag on the Miami Dolphins But you can’t steal the Orange Bowl Queen No you can’t steal the Orange Bowl Queen No, No you can’t steal the Orange Bowl Queen Spoken: Well Skip’s caper it kinda backfired Got the orange juice barons rather upset In the light of bad moves these manhunts ensued Skip easily slipped through the net He was last seen atop of a mangrove Perched like a wounded osprey He was not meant to last He belongs to the past And I hope he gets there one day He’s crazy and dangerous But who else can you trust He’s the outlaw in all of us The environmental terrorist (terrorist) You can mess with that mouse in Orlando Jilt a tourist in St. Augustine You can shoplift your days at Blockbuster But you can’t steal the Orange Bowl Queen No you can’t steal the Orange Bowl Queen No you can’t steal the Orange Bowl Queen That’s right The Night I Painted the Sky by Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Russ Kunkel, Peter Mayer, and Jay Oliver I came from the north Escaping convention Modern invention that won’t let me be To the shores of St. Martin With my fiction addiction To restart the fire A dreamer’s remedy Independence Day And all I remember Was a midnight rainbow That fell from the sky As I stand on the beach I slowly surrender To the child in me That can’t say goodbye The rockets in the air And the people everywhere Put away their differences for a while Oh I am still a child When it comes to something wild Oh that was the night I painted the sky I dug in the sand Like a boy on a mission And there in my hands A pyro’s delight If un bombardier A night time magician I sparked the sky As the rockets fly from view The rockets in the air And the people everywhere Put away their differences for a while Yes I am still a child When it comes to something wild Oh that was the night I painted the sky Oh the mortars they roar In anticipation Proceeding the sigh Of the uplifted eyes It showers us all In sulfuric sensation The colors shine And a fiery rhyme tonight The rockets in the air (Ooooh…) And the people everywhere Won’t you put away your differences for a while I am but a child When it comes to something wild Oh that was the night That was the night Oh that was the night I painted the sky Painted the sky Painted the sky Mexico by James Taylor Way down here You need a reason to move Feel a fool Running your stateside games Lose your load Leave your mind behind Baby, James Oooh, Mexico It sounds so simple I just got to go The sun’s so hot I forgot to go home I guess I’ll have to go now Americanos’ got the sleepy eyes But his body’s still shakin’ like a live wire Senorita with her eyes on fire Don’t you know Oooh, Mexico It sounds so sweet With the sun sinkin’ low The moon’s so bright Likes to light up the night Make everything alright. Baby’s hungry and the money’s all gone The folks back home Don’t want to talk on the phone She gets a long letter And sends back a postcard Times are hard. Ooohh, down in Mexico I’ve never really been So I don’t really know Oooooh, Mexico I guess I’ll have to go now. Oooh, Mexico I’ve never really been But, I’d sure like to go Whoa, oooh Mexico I guess I’ll have to go now. Talkin’ ’bout Mexico (Mexico) Little honkeytonk out in Mexico (Mexico) South of Margaritaville I’ve been told
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