Volcano

Now,
Now, II don't
don't know,
know, II don't
don't know
know
where
where I'm
I'm aa gonna
gonna go
go
when
when the
the volcano
volcano blow.
blow.
Let
Let me
me say
say itit now,
now,
II don't
don't know,
know, II don't
don't know
know where
where
I'm
I'm aa gonna
gonna go
go
when
when the
the volcano
volcano blow.
blow.
Ground,
Ground, she
she movin'
movin' under
under me.
me.
Tidal
Tidal waves
waves out
out on
on the
the sea.
sea.
Sulphur
Sulphur smoke
smoke up
up in
in the
the sky.
sky.
Pretty
Pretty soon
soon we
we learn
learn to
to fly
fly
[Chorus:]
[Chorus:]
Let
Let me
me hear
hear you,
you, now
now
I don't know, I don't know where
I don't know, I don't know where
I'm a gonna go
I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
when the volcano blow.
Let me hear you now.
Let me hear you now.
I don't know, I don't know where
I don't know, I don't know where
I'm a gonna go
I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
when the volcano blow.
My girl quickly say to me,
My girl quickly say to me,
"Mon you better watch your feet."
"Moncome
you better
your
Lava
down watch
soft and
hot.feet."
Lava better
come down
soft
andorhot.
"You
lava me
now
lava
"You
better lava me now or lava
me
not.

[Chorus]
me not.
No
time to count what I'm worth,
[Chorus]
cause
I just
left thewhat
planet
No time
to count
I'mEarth.
worth,
Where
go left
I hope
cause I Ijust
the there's
planet rum.
Earth.
Not
to worry
mon there's
soon come.
Where
I go I hope
rum.
[Chorus]
Not to worry mon soon come.
But
I don't want to land in New
[Chorus]
York
But I City,
don't want to land in New
IYork
don't
want to land in Mexico.
City,
I don't want to land on
no Three
in Mexico.
Mile
Island;
I don't
want to land on no Three
IMile
don't
want to see my skin a-glow.
Island;
Don't
in Comanche
I don'twant
wanttotoland
see my
skin a-glow.
Sky
Park,
Don't
want to land in Comanche
or
Nashville, Tennessee.
SkyinPark,
Iordon't
want to land
in no San Juan
in Nashville,
Tennessee.
airport
or to land in no San Juan
I don't want
the
Yukon
airport
or Territory.
Don't
wantTerritory.
to land no San Diego.
the Yukon
Don't want to land in
nono
SanBuzzards
Diego.
Bay.
Don't want to land in no Buzzards
IBay.
don't want to land on no Ayatolla.
I got
nothin'
more
say.
don't
want to
landtoon
no Ayatolla.
[Chorus]
I got nothin' more to say.

Pencil thin Mustache

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
marijuana.
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, don't wear

underwear,
I don't go to church, and I don't cut 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 cruising too.
Yeah, Brylcream, a little dab'll do yah,
Oh, I could do some cruising too.

Margartiville
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.

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.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville,

Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman
to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville

Searchin' 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.

Don't know the reason,

Stayed here all season
With nothing 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.
Wasted 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,

Son
SonOf
OfAASon
SonOf
OfAASailor
Sailor

As the son of a son of a sailor

I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding the 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 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 greats 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 tight 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 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

A Pirate Looks At Forty

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard

you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.

Watch the men who rode you,

Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them
dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years
too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's
nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two
weeks,

I passed out and I rallied and I sprung

a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
[Instrumental]
I go for younger women, lived with
several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come
back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these
years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.

Fins

She came down from Cincinnati.

It took her three days on a 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 in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.
[Chorus:]
Can't you feel 'em circlin' honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin'
around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the
right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the
right,
and you're 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 Montserrat 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]

Brown Eyed Girl

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

[Chorus:]
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 the 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 secret's 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 Earth
Strut naked towards eternity
We've been that way since birth
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, religion.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Where's the church, who took 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 what's goin on, I ain't got a clue
Here come the big ones - Relationships We all got 'em, we all want 'em. What do we do with'em?
Here we go I'll tell ya
She said you've got to do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my 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
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 the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
The future, Captain's log, Star date 2000 and somethin'
We're seven years from the 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

Got out of town on a boat goin' to southern islands.

Sailing a reach before a followin' sea.
She was makin' for the trades on the
outside,
And the downhill run to Papeete Bay.

Off the wind on this heading lie the

Marquesas.
We got eighty feet of the 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 now why you came this
way.
'Cause the truth you might be runnin'

from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise, the promise
of a coming day.
So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams
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.
But somebody fine will come along make
me forget about loving you.
At the Southern Cross.

Come Monday

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' 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 scenery,
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,
I just can't wait to see you again.
[Chorus]

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 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 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.

Trying to Reason with Hurricane season

Squalls out on the gulf stream,

Big storms coming soon.
I passed out in my hammock,
God, I slept 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 next door to the bar.
[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 something about this
Sunday
It's a most peculiar gray
Strolling down the avenue
That's known as A1A
I was feeling tired, then I got
inspired.

And 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]
Well, the wind is blowin' harder
now
Fifty knots of there abouts,
There's white caps on the ocean.
And I'm watching for water spouts
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]
Yes, It cleans me out and then I can
go on.

Songs in order
Order of the Jimmy Buffet songs
This CD is bought to you
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by AllyKay
Cheeseburger
Dean in Para2) Pencil Thin Mustache
2) Pencil Thin Mustache
dise
3) Margeritaville
Lyrics and performed by
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Margeritaville
12)
Jimmy
Tying
Buffett
to reason with a
4)
of a son of a sailor
Hurricane
5) Pirate at Forty
4) Son of a son of a sailor
Songs from songs you
6) Fins
know by heart
5)
Pirate
at
Forty
7)Brown eyed girl
Copy right year 1993
8) Fruitcake
6) Fins
CD designed by AllyKay
9) Southern Cross
Dean
7)Brown
eyed girl
10) Come Monday
1)
1) Volcano
Volcano

11)
Cheeseburger in Paradise
8) Fruitcake
12) Tying to reason with a Hurricane
9)
Southern Cross

10) Come Monday

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