I took off for a weekend last month Just to try and recall the whole year All of the faces and all of the places Wonderin' where they all disappeared I didn't ponder the question too long I was hungry and went out for a bite Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum And we wound up drinkin all night
Chorus: It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes Nothing remains quite the same With all of our running and all of our cunning If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport Reminds me of the places I've been Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure Makes me want to go back again If it suddenly ended tomorrow I could somehow adjust to the fall Good times and riches and son of a bitches I've seen more than I can recall
Chorus
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine I wish I could jump on a plane So many nights I just dream of the ocean God I wish I was sailin' again Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder So I can't look back for too long There's just too much to see waiting in front of me And I know that I just can't go wrong
Chorus: With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes Nothing remains quite the same With all of my running and all of my cunning If I couldn't laugh I just would go insane If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane If we weren't all crazy we would go insane
Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered with oil Strummin' my six-string On my front porch swing Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil
Chorus: Wastin' away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of 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 A Mexican cutie How it got here I haven't a clue
Chorus: Wastin' away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Now I think Hell, it could be my fault
I blew out my flip-flop Stepped on a pop-top Cut my heel had to cruise 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 Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know it's my own damn fault Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame And I know it's my own damn fault
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 had these wonderful dreams Some kind of sensuous treat Not zuchinni, fettucini or bulghar wheat But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat
Chorus: Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise) Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise) Not too particular not too precise (paradise) 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 said could raise the dead Well it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn
Times have changed for sailors these days When I'm in port I get what I need Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris But that American creation on which I feed
Chorus: Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise) Medium rare with mustard 'be nice (paradise) Heaven on earth with an onion slice (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 draft beer Well good God Almighty which way do I steer for my
Chorus: Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise) Makin' the best of every virtue and vice (paradise) Worth every damn bit of sacrifice (paradise) 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 draft beer Well good God Almighty which way do I steer for my home
Brown eyed girl By: van morrison 1967 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 Ah with our hearts a thumpin’ 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’ yeah 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’d the times all gone
Can’t remember back then lord Sometimes I’m overcome thinkin’ ’bout Makin’ love in the green grass Uh behind the stadium With 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 yeah Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da oh oh oh oh 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 Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da oh oh oh oh Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Whoa, lookin’ back at my background Tryin’ to figure out how I ever got here Some things are still a mystery to me While others are much too clear I’m just livin’ in the sunshine Stay contented most of the time Yeah listenin’ to murphy, walker, and willis Sing me their texas rhymes
Most of the people who retire in florida Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch And mobile homes are smotherin’ my keys I hate those bastards so much I wish a summer squall would blow them all The way up to fantasy land Yeah they’re ugly and square, they don’t belong here They looked a lot better as beer cans
Chorus: Yeah, and that’s why it’s still a mystery to me Why some people live like they do So many nice things happenin’ out there They never even seen the clues Whoa but we’re doin’ fine, we can travel and rhyme I know we been doin’ our part Got a caribbean soul I can barely control And some texas hidden here in my heart
Well now I might have joined the merchant marine If I hadn’t learned how to sing And on top of all that I got married too early ’cost me much more than a ring But now those crazy days are over Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done I came off the rebound, started lookin’ around Figured out it’s time to have a little fun
Chorus: Yeah, and that’s why it’s still a mystery to me Why some people live like they do So many nice things happenin’ out there They never even seen the clues Whoa but we’re doin’ fine, we can travel and rhyme I know we been doin’ our part Got a caribbean soul I can barely control And some texas hidden here in my heart
Well now if I ever live to be an old man I’m gonna sail down to martinique I’m gonna buy me a sweat-stained bogart suit And an african parakeet And then I’ll sit him on my shoulder And open up my trusty old mind I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine
Chorus: Yeah, and that’s why it’s still a mystery to me Why some people live like they do So many nice things happenin’ out there They never even seen the clues Yeah but we’re doin’ fine, we can travel and rhyme I know we been doin’ our part Got a caribbean soul I can barely control And some texas hidden here in my heart
Coda: Yeah, got a caribbean soul I can barely control And some texas hidden here in my heart (yodelling...)
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Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year
All of the faces and all of the places
Wonderin' where they all disappeared
I didn't ponder the question too long
I was hungry and went out for a bite
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum
And we wound up drinkin all night
Chorus:
It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of our running and all of our cunning
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been
Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure
Makes me want to go back again
If it suddenly ended tomorrow
I could somehow adjust to the fall
Good times and riches and son of a bitches
I've seen more than I can recall
Chorus
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine
I wish I could jump on a plane
So many nights I just dream of the ocean
God I wish I was sailin' again
Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder
So I can't look back for too long
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me
And I know that I just can't go wrong
Chorus:
With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of my running and all of my cunning
If I couldn't laugh I just would go insane
If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane
If we weren't all crazy we would go insane
Margaritaville
Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil
Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of 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
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue
Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault
I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise 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
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's my own damn fault
Cheeseburger in Paradise
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 had these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat
Not zuchinni, fettucini or bulghar wheat
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
Not too particular not too precise (paradise)
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 said could raise the dead
Well it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn
Times have changed for sailors these days
When I'm in port I get what I need
Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Medium rare with mustard 'be nice (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (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 draft beer
Well good God Almighty which way do I steer for my
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice (paradise)
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice (paradise)
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 draft beer
Well good God Almighty which way do I steer for my home
Brown eyed girl
By: van morrison
1967
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
Ah with our hearts a thumpin’
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’ yeah
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’d the times all gone
Can’t remember back then lord
Sometimes I’m overcome thinkin’ ’bout
Makin’ love in the green grass
Uh behind the stadium
With 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 yeah
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da oh oh oh oh
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
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da oh oh oh oh
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Migration
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Whoa, lookin’ back at my background
Tryin’ to figure out how I ever got here
Some things are still a mystery to me
While others are much too clear
I’m just livin’ in the sunshine
Stay contented most of the time
Yeah listenin’ to murphy, walker, and willis
Sing me their texas rhymes
Most of the people who retire in florida
Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
And mobile homes are smotherin’ my keys
I hate those bastards so much
I wish a summer squall would blow them all
The way up to fantasy land
Yeah they’re ugly and square, they don’t belong here
They looked a lot better as beer cans
Chorus:
Yeah, and that’s why it’s still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin’ out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but we’re doin’ fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin’ our part
Got a caribbean soul I can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart
Well now I might have joined the merchant marine
If I hadn’t learned how to sing
And on top of all that I got married too early
’cost me much more than a ring
But now those crazy days are over
Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done
I came off the rebound, started lookin’ around
Figured out it’s time to have a little fun
Chorus:
Yeah, and that’s why it’s still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin’ out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but we’re doin’ fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin’ our part
Got a caribbean soul I can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart
Well now if I ever live to be an old man
I’m gonna sail down to martinique
I’m gonna buy me a sweat-stained bogart suit
And an african parakeet
And then I’ll sit him on my shoulder
And open up my trusty old mind
I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine
Chorus:
Yeah, and that’s why it’s still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin’ out there
They never even seen the clues
Yeah but we’re doin’ fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin’ our part
Got a caribbean soul I can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart
Coda:
Yeah, got a caribbean soul I can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart (yodelling...)
Okay, someone was drinking heavily on New Year's Eve for this blog. Couldn't make it to Jost Van Dyke to party with Foxy?
Buffet has brought more trash to the Caribbean than any white man since Columbus
Ok...did you know Bert he lived on Stayaway in the lagoon..it was Jimmy Buffet's sound or lighting (or somthing like that) guys boat?
Suzi
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