 Song Lyrics -> Buffett Live: Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays
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 my 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 secrets 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 beach Strut naked towards eternity Over on the spacecoast on cocoa beach 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, Get some. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa Where’s the church, there’s 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 please rastaman, I ain’t got a clue She said you’ve got to do your fair share Now cough up half the rent I treat this 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 Chorus Less than two years ’til that 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 Southern Cross by Richard Curtis, Michael Curtis, and Stephen Stills Got out of town on a boat to the southern islands On a reach before a followin’ sea We were makin’ for the trades on the outside On the downwind run to Papeete Off the wind on this heading by the Marquesas We got eighty feet of waterline Nicely making way In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away Think about how many times I have fallen Spirits are using me, larger voices callin’ What Heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten I have been around the world Lookin’ for that woman, girl Who knows love can endure And you know it will (and you know it will) When you see the Southern Cross for the first time You understand just why you came this way ‘Cause the truth you’ve been runnin’ from is so small But it’s as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day And I’m headed all the way, my tears are a-dyin’ And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain I have my ship and all her flags are a-flyin’ She is all that I have left and music is her name Think about how many times I have fallen Spirits are using me, larger voices callin’ What Heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten I have been around the world Lookin’ for that woman, girl Who knows love can endure And you know it will (and you know it will) So we cheated and we lied and we tested And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do You will survive being bested Somebody strong comes along make’s me forget about loving you And the Southern Cross, WOOOOO! Pencil-Thin Mustache by Jimmy Buffett Now they make new movies in old black and white With happy endings, where nobody fights So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage Honey, jump right up and show your age I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache, the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket and an autographed picture of Andy Divine Oh, I remember bein’ buck toothed and skinny Writin’ fan letters to Sky’s niece Penny Oh, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache then I could solve some mysteries too Oh it’s Bandstand, Disneyland, growin up fast Drinkin’ on a fake I.D And Rama of the jungle was everyone’s Bawana But only jazz musicians were smokin marajuana Yeah, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache then I could solve some mysteries too But then it’s flat-top, dirty bop, copin’ a feel’ grubbin on the living room floor They send you off to college to try to gain a little knowledge But all you want to do is learn how to score Yeah, but now I’m gettin’ old, and I don’t wear underwear I don’t go to church, and somebody stole my hair But I can go to movies and see it all there Just the way that it use to be That’s why I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket And an autographed picture of Andy Divine Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be Maybe suave Eerol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby If I only had a pencil-thin mustache then I could do some crusing too Yeah, Brylcream, a little dab’ll do yah Oh, I could do some crusing too Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season by Jimmy Buffett Squalls out on the gulf stream Big storm’s comin’ soon I passed out in my hammock And God I slept ’til way past noon Stood up and tried to focus I hoped I wouldn’t have to look far I knew I could use a Bloody Mary So I stumbled down to Louis’ Back yard Chorus: And now I must confess, I could use some rest I can’t run at this pace very long Yes it’s quite insane, I think it hurts my brain But it cleans me out and then I can go on There’s somethin’ about this Sunday It’s a most peculiar gray Strollin’ down the avenue that’s known as A1A Feelin’ tired, then I got inspired I knew that it wouldn’t last long So all alone I walked back home Sat on my beach and then I made up this song Chorus: And now I must confess, I could use some rest I can’t run at this pace very long Yes it’s quite insane, I think it hurts my brain But then it cleans me out and then I can go on Well the wind is blowin’ harder now Fifty knots or thereabouts There’s white caps on the ocean And I’m watchin’ for waterspouts It’s time to close the shutters It’s time to go inside In a week I’ll be in gay Paris That’s a mighty long airplane ride Chorus: And now I must confess, I could use some rest I can’t run at this pace very long Yes it’s quite insane, I think it hurts my brain But it cleans me out and then I can go on Coda: Yes it cleans me out and then I can go on Coconut Telegraph by Jimmy Buffett Tuesday on the island Not much goin’ on The parties are all over They ended just past dawn The jungle drums are beating With the tales from late last night ‘Cause stories bear repeating For everyone’s delight Chorus: You can hear ‘em 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 a fool To do a belly-buster high dive And miss the entire pool And what became of sweet Melissa And the boy nobody knew Did Ricardo ever find her I swear it’s just between me and you Chorus: But 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 La, la la la, la la la La, la la la, la la la La, la la la, (la la la la la la la) La, la la la, (la la la la la la oooooh) It’s hump day on the island 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 And the joint begins to jumpin’ And you’ll hear those hot lines hum Chorus: Ah, put it on the coconut telegraph All the celebration and the stress Baby put it on the coconut telegraph In twenty-five words or less I want to hear it on the coconut telegraph All the celebration and the stress Baby put it on the coconut telegraph In twenty-five words or less Dis and dat, Comes and goes Dis and dat, Comes and goes 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 Hell, 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 mustard’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 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 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 you’re off on vacation somethin’ you tried to explain And darlin’ since I love you so that’s the reason I just let you go Chorus I can’t help it honey you’re that much a part of me now Remember the night in Montana when we said there’d be no room for doubt I hope you’re enjoyin’ the scen’ry I know that it’s pretty up there We can go hikin on Tuesday with you I’d walk anywhere California has worn me quite thin It’s so nice to be back in Florida again! Chorus Son Of A Son of A Sailor by Jimmy Buffett As the son of a son of a sailor I went out on the sea for adventure Expanding their view of the captain and crew Like a man just released from indenture As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin’ man I have chalked up many a mile Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks And I’ve learned much from both of their styles Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor Son of a gun load the last ton One step ahead of the jailer Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder You can shake the hand of the mango man As he greets you at the border And the lady she hails from Trinidad Island of the spices Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet And the rum is for all your good vices Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our Forefathers harnessed before us Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings It’s a son of a gun of a chorus Where it all ends I can’t fathom, my friends If I knew, I might toss out my anchor So I’ll cruise along always searchin’ for songs Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor Son of a gun, load the last ton One step ahead of the jailer I’m just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor The sea’s in my veins, my tradition remains I’m just glad I don’t live in a trailer Volcano by Jimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes, and Harry Dailey Now, I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go When the volcano blow Let me say it now I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go When the volcano blow Ground, she movin’ under me Tidal waves out on the sea Sulphur smoke up in the sky I think some people in this crowd got high (I know) Chorus Let me hear you, now I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go when the volcano blow Let me hear you now I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go when the volcano blow My girl quickly say to me "Jimmy you better watch your feet." Lava come down soft and hot "You better lava me now or lava me not Chorus No time to count what I’m worth (That’s Uncle Warren) cause I just left the planet Earth Where I go I hope there’s rhum Not to worry mon soon come Chorus But I don’t want to land in New York City I don’t want to land in Mexico I don’t want to land on no Three Mile Island I don’t want to see my skin a-glow Don’t want to land in Comanche Sky Park or in Nashville, Tennessee I don’t want to land in no San Juan airport The customs might they will hastle me Don’t want to land no San Diego Don’t want to land in no Buzzards Bay I want to land in ol’ Cincinatti Put me down where this all began Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison Hey, where did we go? Days when the rains came Down in a hollow Playin’ a new game Laughin’ and a runnin’ Skippin’ and a jumpin’ In the misty mornin’ fog With our hearts a thumpin’ It was you, my brown eyed girl You, my brown eyed girl Now what ever happened Tuesday is oh so slow Goin’ down the old mine With a transistor radio Standin’ in a sunlit lane Hidin’ ‘hind a rainbow’s wall Slippin’ and a slidin’ All along the waterfall It was you, my brown eyed girl You, my brown eyed girl Do you remember when We used to sing Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da So hard to find my way Now that I’m on my own Thought about it just the other day My, where’s the time all gone Can’t remember back then Lord Sometimes I’m overcome thinkin’ ’bout Makin’ love in the green grass Behind the stadium With you, my brown eyed girl Do you remember when We used to sing Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da Tin Cup Chalice by Jimmy Buffett I wanna go back to the island Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin’ Gimme oysters and beer For dinner every day of the year and I’ll feel fine I’ll feel fine Chorus: I wanna be there Wanna go back down and lie beside the sea there With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine And I’m a’ chewin’ on a honeysuckle vine Yeah now, the sun goes slidin’ ‘cross the water Sailboats they go searchin’ for the breeze Salt air it ain’t thin It can stick right to your skin and make you feel fine Makes you feel fine Chorus: I wanna be there Wanna go back down and a’ get high by the sea there With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine And I’m a’ chewin’ on a honeysuckle vine Yes and now you heard my strange proposal So get that Packard up and let’s move I wanna be there before the day Tries to steal away and leave us behind I’ve made up my mind Chorus: And I wanna be there I wanna go back down and die beside the sea there With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine And I’m a’ chewin’ on a honeysuckle vine Coda: Yeah with a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine And I’m a’ chewin’ on a honeysuckle vine 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 But now she lives down by the ocean She’s takin’ care to look for sharks They hang out around province town And they 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 all of her money Wants to head south in May Maybe roll in the sand with a rock’n'roll man Somewhere down ole St.Barths 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 can swim on the land Chorus One Particular Harbour by Jimmy Buffett and Bobby Holcomb 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 sure do 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 Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffett Nibblin’ on sponge cake Watchin’ the sun bake All of those Parrotheads covered in oil Strummin’ my six-string On my front porch swing Smell those shrimp they’re beginnin’ to boil (Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble) Chorus: Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt (Salt, Salt, Salt) Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame But I know it’s nobody’s fault I don’t know the reason I stayed here all season Nothin’ to show but this brand new tattoo But it’s a real beauty I think she might be a Nantucket Cutie Or maybe she’s from the Vineyard, I haven’t got a clue Chorus: Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt (Salt, Salt, Salt) Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame And I know, it’s all you women’s fault Old men in tank tops Cruisin’ the gift shops Checkin’ out chiquitas down by the shore They dream about weight loss Wish they could be their own boss Those three day vacations become such a bore I blew out my flip flip Stepped on a pop top 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 Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt (Salt, Salt, Salt) Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame But I know, it’s my own damn fault Love and Luck by Jocelyne Beroard, Jimmy Buffett, and Jean-Claude Naimro Better days are in the cards I feel Feel it in the changin’ wind I feel it when I fly So talk to me I’ll listen to your story I’ve been around enough to know That there’s more than meets the eye Everybody needs a little good luck charm A little gris gris keeps you safe from harm Rub yours on me, and I’ll rub mine on you Luckiest couple on the avenue Chorus: With a little love and luck You will get by With a little love and luck We’ll take the sky In this mangled modern world You’ve got to try Try a little love and luck And you’ll get by Mysteries don’t ever try to solve them We’re just players in a game And no one’s keeping score So have your fun Go ahead and tell your story Find yourself a lover Who will glue you to the floor Everybody needs a little good luck charm A little gris-gris keeps you safe from harm Rub yours on me, and I’ll rub mine on you Luckiest couple on the avenue Chorus: With a little love and luck You will get by With a little love and luck We’ll take the sky In this mangled modern world We’ve got to try Try a little love and luck And you’ll get by Kole Sere, Kole Sere Kole Sere, Kole Sere Kole Sere, Kole Sere Kole Sere, Kole Sere Chorus: With a little love and luck You will get by With a little love and luck We’ll take the sky In this mangled modern world You’ve got to try Try a little love and luck And you’ll get by Kole Sere, Kole Sere Kole Sere, Kole Sere Kole Sere, Kole Sere Kole Sere, Kole Sere With a little love and luck You will get by With a little love and luck We’ll take the sky Love and luck We will get by
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