Jimmy Buffett Album

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 songlines
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

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
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la
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...

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 fortold
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 fortold
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

(Spoken)
Yeah, we're talkin' Krugerands......dubloons
I was wonderin', um, do you think they have an ATM machine for bad habits?
Hmm.

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
Blacksheep 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
Blacksheep 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
Blacksheep 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

Hidden in the mountains
Under the earth and stone
A cubic mile of perfection
Treasure no one has known
One man came upon this motherlode
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)
Crystaline 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

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

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 can 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
Travellin' 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
Travelling 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

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
Carribbean music. He wiped himself out of his own computer.
He's the man who gave up his own name. He's gone.

[NOTE: Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai is island patois which loosely translates:

You can spend all your days in the grind
Converting your nickels to dimes
You could stuff all your pockets till they overflow
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don 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 chu know
Don chu know
Don 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 chu know
Don chu know
Don 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 chu know

Spoken:
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 chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know
Oh....
Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know

Don chu know
Don chu know
Don chu know

I Don't Know
I Don't Know

Spoken:
Wait a minute! Wait a minute! I can name that song in, in two notes.
It's another one of those songs that I've written about not knowing much, or
not knowing what I was doing, or not knowing where I was going, or not knowing

where I'd been. Yeah, Frank Bama once said the best navigators are not quite
sure
where they're going until they get there...and then they're still not sure.
But I know one thing...Indecision may or may not be my problem. And this song is

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
eah

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

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 bombadier
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
es 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

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

SPOKEN:
(?)Undele, undele, vaminos
Ahh, yeah, let's load this cast of characters
on that boat and head south
Ahh, yeah we got a wind at our back
Smooth sailin' all the way
We got old Nordstrom, he's our chef
He's down in that galley cookin' up a
Barometer Soup for us
We gotta stop at our offshore Bank of Bad Habits
And make a deposit or a withdrawl
I don't know which one, y'know
We're goin' down to the land of the Mayans
Yeah, they were here long before the cavemen were
Cavemen in blue jeans
Uhh, excuse me, that's not Politically Correct
That's cavepersons in blue jeans
Skip Wiley and Skink, we may run into them
Up to no good down there
Watch out for those barefoot children
Stompin' around in those puddles
Ahh, yeah, and that remittance man
He's just goin' round and round
He may run into 'ol Frank Bama
Cruisin' around in the Hemisphere Dancer