Baby’s Gone Shoppin’ by Jimmy Buffett

“There are ten pictures of Marilyn Monroe in my studio and I always fantasize while I’m singing about being a chauffeur in the car as Marilyn hits the stores on Madison Avenue and then she asks me to go to Mexico with her.” - Jimmy

Baby’s gone shoppin’ she’s lookin’ around
She’s checkin’ out the boys and the clothes in town
Pick up this drop off that
Stares at her pictures from the Fotomat
Oh she likes what she sees
But she’s afraid of what she needs
She should be here with me
She should be here with me

But I don’t make it easy, I’m no day at the beach
Just an old road dog gettin’ harder to teach
Hang on this planet, hang on each twirl
Scatter my belongings all over this world
I get more wrapped up each day,
she’s lookin’ further away
She should be here with me
She should be here with me

Instrumental

Not much good at conversation
I don’t want a proclamation
I just think that we could use
A little face to face communication

Now I’ve been thinkin’ thinkin’ this through
Time to stop all this selfishness both me and you
I’ll stop from here, you stop from thee
We’ll meet somewhere in the middle
darlin’ I don’t care
I don’t want no more heartaches
It’s time to slam on the brakes
She should be here with me

Baby’s gone shoppin’
No more bar hoppin’
I don’t know but I been told
That city livin’ gets awfully cold

 Bring Back The Magic by Jimmy Buffett and Will Jennings

“Inspired by a Noel Rockmore painting entitled “Ride of the Beachcombers.” I bought the painting and sat with it for a morning in New Orleans and let it and the town talk to me.” - Jimmy

Nothing can tear you apart
If you keep living straight from the heart
Though you know that you’re gonna hurt some
The magic will come
If you keep living straight from the heart
you will know when to stop and to start
Once you see that no one really wins
Then the magic begins

Bring back the magic
Don’t make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don’t make life so tragic

Beachcombers ride oh children lost in the tide
Time’s never at their command
Waves melt all castles of sand
Melts all castles of sand

Bring back the magic
Don’t make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don’t make life so tragic

Red sky at night such a sailor’s delight
Red sky at dawn oh gypsy song’s comin’ on
Gypsy song comin’ on
Song comin’ on

Nothing can tear you apart
If you keep living straight from the heart
Though you know that you’re gonna hurt some
The magic will come
If you keep living straight from the heart
You will know when to start and to stop
Once you see that no one really wins
Then the magic begins

Bring back the magic
Don’t make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don’t make life so tragic



My Barracuda by Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley, and Russ Kunkel

“Beauty is always in the eye of the beholder. A sleeping bag under a bridge by a canal is still waterfront property.” - Jimmy

Well I saw this couple
Just the other day
Livin’ under a bridge
In a homeless way
Like a million others
All over this land
Livin’ day to day
Without a master plan
In this unforgiving world
There ain’t no doubt
It will chew you up
And it will spit you out

She calls him barracuda
My barracuda

She used to work in the circus
A real high wire act
He was a lion tamer
Up until the attack
He came without instructions
Then he came unglued
Now he’s just a monster
in a human suit

She calls him barracuda
My barracuda

She still can’t figure out
What she’s doin’ down here
Ans she don’t know
If he loves her or not

He may be a barracuda
But he’s the only lover she’s got
Barracuda
My barracuda



L’air De La Louisiane by Jesse Winchester

“Jesse Winchester sang this song many years ago as an opening act for us and I’ve always wanted to do it. To be able to sing it with James Taylor and Timothy B. Schmit was as much as a treat for me as I hope it is for you.” - Jimmy

Promenade dans un bois la vielle Louisiane
Les ombres lougnes nos pas silents
l’air de la Louisiane
Toi et moi ne parlant pas
en sucant d’la canne
Pour un instant je suis content en
l’air de la Louisiane
Pour un instant je suis content en
l’air de la Louisiane

English Lyric:
A walk in the woods of old Louisiana
the shadows are long
Our steps are silent in the Louisiana air
You and I say nothing as we suck sugar cane
For one minute I’m happy in the Louisiana air



Prince Of Tides by Jimmy Buffett and Michael Utley

“Pat Conroy, Doc Pomus and the people of Dafuskie Island have already said it all. I am thankful for such inspiration.” - Jimmy

“The sun, red and enormous, began to sink into the western sky. and simultaneously the moon began to rise on the other side of the river with its own glorious shade of red, coming up out of Trees like a russet firebird. the sun and the moon seem to acknowledge each other and they moved in both apposition and concordance in a breath taking dance of light across the oaks and the palm Father watched it and I thought he would cry again. he had returned to the sea, and his heart was a low country heart.”

African drums are silent and the Wingos are poets at last
Out on Dafuskie Island, the bulldozers bury the past
And the low country sinks, she cannot swim the dogwood feels the hurt
While the foursome plays on borrowed days in their alligator shirts

Chorus
Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there’s nothing left to see

One night they put a price on the sunset and that got the whole earth shakin’
Those rose from the grave both the weak and the brave
’cause history was there for the makin’
And the winos surrounded the condos forming a frail human fence
And they shouted out loud to the roar of the crowd
"Same old story, more dollars than sense"

Chorus
Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there’s nothing left to see

Paperback novels make young girls dream and
Judy’s spending quieter days in the stream
With Giovinno, Goodman, Phil and Mac D, they were such good friends to me

Chorus
Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there’s nothing left to see

Heaven knows but God decides
Just when to kill the prince of tides

You can dance every dance
With the guy who gives you the eye
And wants to hold you tight
You can smile every smile
For the man who holds your hand
Beneath the pale moonlight
But dont forget who’s takin you home
And in whose arms youre gonna be
Save the last dance for me

And beach music, beach music, beach music, just plays on

“The white porpoise comes to me at night, singing in the river of time, with a thousand dolphins in radiant attendance, bringing charismatic greetings from the prince of tides.”



Pre-You by Jimmy Buffett, Ralph MacDonald, and William Salter

“I was standing in an elevator in San Diego listening to two sailors talking. One had just returned from his honeymoon where he had run into his ex on the beach. The other sailor asked “What did you do?” and the sailor replied “After she left I told my new wife that ’she was pre-you,’ and it worked.” - Jimmy

Mysterious lost weekend in a land
where time stands still
Where people fall in love again
just for one more thrill
My girl and I went walking
by the Caribbean sea
Someone snorkled by raised her head up high
And my girl said who’s she

Chorus
Pre-you a friend of mine who’s old not new
Pre-you she’s just another girl that I once knew
A pleasant smile a pretty face
Another time another place
Pre you what’s a guy supposed to do

We’ll blame it on the weather
and the stars that shine above
For bringing us together and
filling us with love
So don’t you fret my lady,
’cause what we have is strong
Let her swim away
out into the bay
your place is here with me

Chorus
She’s pre-you just a friend
so don’t be blue
Pre-you she’s only yesterday
just passing through
Another page in history
a stepping stone for you and me
Pre-you what’s a guy supposed to do?

Instumental

Long ago we were close but the fire went out
She’s a tease can’t you tell
that’s what she’s all about
Like an old broken clock on the wall
she’s got nothing to say
She was long ago she’s so yesterday

Chorus
She’s pre-you just a friend
so don’t be blue
Pre-you she’s only yesterday
just passing through
Another page in history
a stepping stone for you and me
Pre-you what’s a guy supposed to do?



King Of Somewhere Hot by Jimmy Buffett, Ralph MacDonald, William Salter, and Robert Greenidge

“Robert Greenidge and Ralph MacDonald finally got me to Trindad and when I heard the Desperados playing my song up on Laventhill I felt like a King and it was Hot.” - Jimmy

I’ve traveled all around the world
And there are places that still stand out to me
But nowhere else can quite compare
To my island in the sea

My personal utopia
a place to run to Where I can hide away
Where I can truly reign supreme
somewhere fresh and clean
Where a man can dream

Chorus
I’m the king, king of somewhere hot
I’m the king, like every man should be
I’m the king, king of somewhere hot
Where the music in my soul
makes me start to lose control
I could melt right on the spot
I’m king of somewhere hot

Now you just rent yourself a tile
and dance the night away Just like the locals do
A million miles from Robin Leach
life is just a beach So far out of reach

I’m the king, king of somewhere hot
I’m the king, like every man should be
I’m the king, king of somewhere hot
Where the music in my soul
makes me start to lose control
I could melt right on the spot
I’m king of somewhere hot

Someday I hope to find my queen
I know she’ll come my way
I’ll give her all my love
It’s not a complicated thing
just a place where I can swing
Where a man can be a king

Chorus
I’m the king, king of somewhere hot
I’m the king like every man should be
I’m the king, king of somewhere hot
O I don’t care how hard you look
you won’t find me in the book
I could melt right on the spot
I’m the king of somewhere hot



Great Heart by Johnny Clegg

“Travelling always increases the appetite for the new music and I found Johnny Clegg tapes in the south of France and was immediately hooked on them. I’m glad there are still younger artists who play their own songs that I wish I had written. This is one of them.” - Jimmy

This world is full of strange behavior
Every man has to be his own savior
I know I can make it on my own if I try
But I’m searchin’ for a great heart To stand me by
Underneath the African sky
A great heart to stand me by

Chorus
I’m searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and keep me by
I’m searchin’ for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
Sometimes I feel that you barely know me
Sometimes there’s so much you can show me

There’s a highway of stars across the heavens
There’s a whispering song of the wind in the grass
There’s a rolling thunder across the savannah
A hope and a dream at the edge of the sky
And your life is the story of the wind
Your life is a story of the wind

Chorus
I’m searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I’m searchin’ for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I’m searchin’ for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I’m searchin’ for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
sometimes I feel that you really know me
Sometimes there’s so much you can show me

Repeat Chorus

I’m searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I’m searchin’ for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I’m searchin’ for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I’m searchin’ for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel you really know me
Sometimes there’s so much you can show me

Guk a ‘mzimba (body grow old)
Sala ‘nhliziyo (but heart remain behind)



Smart Woman (In A Real Short Skirt) by Jimmy Buffett and Marshall Chapman

“This song is about being in my 40s in the 80s. It seems I’m learning more than I’m forgetting.” - Jimmy

Bimbo limbo is where I’ve been
I know you know that it’s wearing me thin
The times are changin’ and it’s about time
I’m rearranging all the guilt in my mind

I’m looking for a smart woman
in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that’ll take me home
Take me home

I’m not your macho kind of guy
But I can be so when I’m feeling shy
Hey baby where’d you get your good looks
Ooh babe I want to carry your books

I’m looking for a smart woman
in a real short skirt
Smart woman show knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that’ll take me home
Take me home

Beauty and brains (beauty and brains)
Best of both worlds (best of both worlds)
Think I can change
If you’ll be my be my be my girl

I’m looking for a smart woman
in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that’ll take me home
Take me home



That’s What Living Is To Me by Jimmy Buffett

“I would like to thank J.D. Souther for the book, Harry Belafonte for the early inspiration and Mark Twain for taking the trip long ago.” - Jimmy

“Back toward the turn of the century, you know, Mark Twain took a trip around the world on a steamship and he wrote a book called ‘Following the Equator’. And the opening page has a dedication that says, ‘Be good, and you will be lonesome,’ which for me, still seems to work in the fabulous eighties.”

Jason Mason hears the sound
The whistle blows in Congotown
And the mail boat’s in mail boat’s in

It brings him things from oh so far
Old magazines and Snickers Bars
A simple man a simple land
The world’s too big to understand

Chorus
Be good and you will be lonesome
Be lonesome and you will be free
Live a lie and you will live to regret it
That’s what living is to me
That’s what living is to me

On a timeless beach in Hispaniola
A young girl sips a diet cola
She’s worlds apart worlds apart
The spirit of the black king still
Reverberates through Haitian hills
He rules the sea and all the fish
What if he had a TV dish

Now in the far off regions
the foreign legion
Keeps the thieves and the
predators at bay
While closer to home
some bad boys still roam
The streets aren’t safe so give it
One more day, one more day

The stories from my favorite books
Still take on many different looks
And I’m gone again, home again
The time has come the walrus said
And little oysters hide their head
My twain of thought is loosely bound
I guess it’s time to mark this down
Be good and you will be lonesome
Be lonesome and you will be free
Live a lie and you will live to regret it
That’s what living is to me
That’s what living is to me
“Thank you, Mark.”