Jimmy Buffett Album

I'm nobody from nowhere
You'd have ever heard of anyway
Ain't no city way down there
You could have heard a pin drop
Any time of day.

But I'm not sorry
I'm not sad
Tho it might take a whole day
Just to drive down there and visit
Not to worry
Not too bad
Nothin much to do
But that ain't such a hardship really is it?
When you're waiting for a car to drive by
Just so you can wave "Hello" "Hello" "Hello"
Staring at a starry night sky
Dreaming up some place to go, to go, to go

'til that day comes
I'll be here
alone without a care
Nobody, nobody from nowhere.

I'm nobody from nowhere
You'd have ever heard of anyhow
Ain't no reason
You should care
There's a P. O. box and a 4-way stop
farms and fields and cows
We're just waiting for a car to drive by
Just so you can wave hello hello hello hello
Staring at a starry night sky
Dreaming up some place to go, to go, to go, to go

'til that day comes
I'll be there
alone without a care
Nobody, nobody from nowhere.

(musical bridge featuring electric guitar and organ)

Ahh, we're Waiting for a car to drive by
Just so I can wave hello… hello… hello… hello.
Staring at a starry night sky
Dreaming of some place to go to go to go
'til that day comes
I'll be there
alone without a care
Nobody, nobody from nowhere
Nobody, nobody from nowhere

(Guitar and organ featured at end also.)

I've been up around the stratosphere
At 31,000 feet
I'm gonna fly on out of here
On wings that you can't see
If you're gonna fly high without fear
You're gonna have to learn to love the atmosphere
And you gotta learn to use those wings
That you can't see

I been shreddin' on the mountains of the moon
On a weekend whim
I been looking out for life on Mars
Ground control to Major Jim
All these things could be yours too
If you'd just take another point of view
Everybody's got a pair of wings that they can't see

I've got wings that you can't see
I have wheels on my feet
Way up high I feel free
On these wings you can't see

I don't need no runway, I got fuel here in my bong
I can buzz at treetop flyer level all day long
Now I'm looking down on tiny cars
Tiny swimmers in the water
And tiny beach bars
And all because of these wings that you can't see

I've got wings that you can't see
I have wheels on my feet
Way up high I feel free
On these wings you can't see

Maybe if you open up your mind
You might learn some things
God only knows what you might find
Floatin' on those wings
You can try to fly away from all your problems
Well I'm here to say
That ain't the way to solve them
I can only help you with wings
That you can't see

We have wings that we can't see
We have wheels on our feet
Way up high we'll be free
On these wings we can't see

You have wings look and see
Silver wings like Merle and me
Come up up to Cloud 9B
Come on take a little taste of freedom
High up in a cloudland kingdom
Take a little trip on wings that you can't see

Just like Santa, I come around once a year
Time to break out all of your party gear
There'll be a jump up out on the lawn, just look for those fans
Singing along with your favorites once again

Walking this tumultuous tight rope ain't no sweat
Nowhere else I'd rather be, you can bet
Working without a net might seem severe
But if I fall I know it will appear

And it's a big time under the big top, there's nothing' wrong with that
Rumbaing in my flip-flops, I'm an accessory in front of the pack
Come on, baby, let's rock, the circus has come to town
It's a big time under the big top, don't you just love the sound?

Fortune tellers full of a gossip and news
The tattoo man is wearing his points of view
Under the big top's where we all belong
Just a good vibe crowd happen to sing along

And it's a big time under the big top, ain't nothing wrong with that
Dancing the part in my flip-flops, a watching this three ring act
Come on, baby, let's rock, the circus has come to town
It's a big time under the big top, don't you love to move around?

Just like Santa, I come around once a year, ho, ho, ho
Time to break out all of your party gear
There'll be a jump up out on the lawn, just look for those fans
Left, right, left, singing along with your favorites once again

And it's a big time under the big top, ain't nothing wrong with that
Rumbaing in my flip-flops, watching this three ring act
Come on, baby, let's rock, the circus has come to town
It's a big time under the big top, don't you just love the sound?

Love the sound, move around
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da

Marilyn Monroe did a night shoot in a pool
Posing naked for a playboy spread
She was old, but she still was cool
When they wrapped right after midnight
And the crew went to the bar
Norma Jean just did the backstroke
Like she was reachin' for a fallen star

[Chorus:]
Beautiful Swimmers they know how to move
Slidin' cross the water like a steel guitar
Beautiful Swimmers stay in the groove
Riding constant currents near and far

Standing in a tidal pool just east of Baltimore
Watching little blue crabs navigate the eastern shore
Every bayou stream and river in time runs to the sea
Every flounder, tadpole, and softshell feels the choreography

There all Beautiful Swimmers who know how to move
Sneakin' pass the draggers and the oyster bars
Beautiful Swimmers just feel the groove
Painting liquid brush strokes like renoir

I miss my dorsal fin, I'm a big fish out of water
Dwellin' on the coastal plain

Now If I was as rich as the agacon
I tell you what I would do
Buy every man, woman, and child on this planet
A mask and a snorkle too
Then I'd leave this big migration
Destination Chesapeake Bay
Then we'd splash our way around the world
Life is just a water ballet

Come all you Beautiful Swimmers who know how to move
Let's crowd across the water like a steel guitar
Beautiful Swimmers stay in the groove
Fetching constant currents near and far

Up around the pole
Where the penguins patrol
And the scientific gang
Need a cozy place to hang
There's a party in the makin'
And all the igloos are a shakin'
At the top of the world today

Six months of dark's a bummer
So they invent a little summer
It doesn't take much
Just a decorator's touch
And a tropical state of mind
And of course you add some wine
And that's when it's time to play

So turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Take off your Uggs
And let your metatarsals play
Even though the South of France
Is 10,000 miles away
We can turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

But grapes out on the ocean
Are gonna feel some motion
You don't want that pink wine bruisin'
When that juice boat starts cruisin'
You need some imagination
To deal with temperature fluctuation
Nobody wants to get burned

I don't want be the last
And I am surely not the first
But out in the Sahara
A man could die of thirst
So before I left for Africa
I planned for that mistaica
I took rose from Porquerolles
And coffee from Jamaica

So turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Stretch out on the beach
And let your metatarsals play
Even though Le Select
Is 10,000 miles away
You'll survive the desert heat
If you chill the rose

Don't matter if your North
Or South of the Equator
You can pour it over ice
Or right from the 'frigerator
A message in a bottle
A tool to keep cool
Cool Cool Cool
Cool Cool Cool

Now you know that outer space
Is a very frigid place
Nothing to sustain us
All the way out past Uranus
If we're gonna ride these rockets
We need some protein in our pockets
And a little wine for the ride

So if you're looking for adventure
Don't forget about thirst quenchers
Life can be a banana split
It can also turn to shit
And if you're out of tweeter range
And the landscape's getting strange
Here's my advice to you

Turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Take off your Uggs
And let your metatarsals play
Even though La Bete de Nazelles
Is 10,000 miles away
We can turn up the heat
And chill the rose

Turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Stretch out on the beach
And let your metatarsals play
Even though the Eden Roc
Is 10,000 miles away
You'll survive the summer heat
If you chill the rose

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

So turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Stretch out on the beach
And let your metatarsals play
Even though the ocean's frozen
And there's mountains of sorbet
We'll survive this global warming
If you chill the rose

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rose

You messed up you read the paper
You accidentally watched the news
You inadvertently find yourself in the vicinity of the blues

Bust your ass to get a good life
You make a habit out of overtime
When the big report card comes
Your priorities are way out of line

Chorus:
You need to go to summer school
Into the beach or at least in a pool
Time to go to summer school
Remember what is and what is not cool

Time out for bad behavior
Time off you've been under the gun
High time somebody told you
It's time to let those puppies run

What's up with this recession?
I refuse to participate
The answer to your burning questions
Are dancing on your tailgate

It's time to go to summer school
Remember what is and is not cool
Oh summer school
There's a time and a place to act like a fool
At summer school
Get your ass to a beach or at least to a pool
At summer school
Remember what is and what is not cool

Here's the subjects:
Beer 101.
Sex 102.
Tune it in turn it out
That's what I'm talking about

It's time to go to summer school
Yeah the courses are easy and there are no rules
At summer school
Remember what is and what is not cool
You need to stay in summer school
This is the time and the place to act like a fool
Oh summer school
Remember what is and what is not cool

Well, I'm the same old guy that I used to be
I haven't changed at all
I've got the same old walk, the same old talk
That could drive you up the wall
I've got the same old face, the same old smile
And them save old baby blues
I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
I'm still the man for you

(Chorus):
I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
I can't seem to quit
If my mama catches us doing the rhumba
Mama would just pitch a fit
I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me
If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me

Well, there's lots of guys in this crowd tonight
With a lot of slicker steps than me
The do the fins to the left, fins to the right
Everyone can see
Well my steps might be old fashioned
But that's alright with me
'Cause I've got a couple of rhumba steps
That you might like to see

(Chorus):
I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
I can't seem to quit
If my mama catches us doing the rhumba
Mama would just pitch a fit
I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me
If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me

Now, I don't lie, I'm the same old guy
I haven't changed at all
I've got the same old promenade, the same old talk
That could run you up the wall
I've got the same old face, I've got the same old smile
I've got the same old baby blues
Hey, I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
I'm still the man for you

(Chorus)(x2):
I'm still doing the rhumba, baby
I can't seem to quit
If my mama catches us doing the rhumba
Mama would just pitch a fit
(x4)
I can't help myself, it's much bigger than me
If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba man like me

Friend friend
We are at it again
Blastin' off to Timbuktu
I said it before I'll say it again
We learned to be cool from you

Hey lady in the Mermaid Cafe
Bathed in a spotlight of blue
Singing those Sarah Vaughan songs until dawn
We learned to be cool from you

Maybe I can parlez a little Francais
Maybe I can even write a whole page a day
Do a crossword puzzle in a minute or two
But I learned to be cool from you

Hey Mr. Moustache look what we've done
Lived longer than they thought we could do
Through all of the games and all of our fame
We learned to stay cool from you

Hey there Leonard and Willie on the stage
Still singing your songs pure and true
Who would have thought that time could be bought
We learned to stay cool from you

Maybe I can parlez a little Francais
Maybe I can even write a whole page a day
Do a crossword puzzle in a minute or two
But I learned to be cool from you

You said it's more about music
And less about fame
You taught us it's okay
To play without shame
It's more about life
And the right thing to do
Hang on to the hullabaloo

Hey Captain Walter steering for the stars
Always knowing that your vision was true
It was your sign off note that kept us afloat
We learned to be cool from you

Maybe I can parlez a little Francais
Maybe I can still write a whole page a day
Do a crossword puzzle in a second or two
But I learned to be cool from you
I learned to be cool from you

I fee like Goin' Surfing in a Hurricane
I feel like makin' love in the pouring rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
I got no need to explain
I feel like goin' surfing in a hurricane

We left the bar last night about half past eight
Down to the Alabama shore, not the Aloha state
This storm may pass, it was too late
Hey, we ain't the kind to evacuate
The impact zone is callin' out my name

Sea monster night pulling nothing but pride and fear
St. Christopher may not get our asses outta here
Flooded roads, trailer parks
Maybe a tornado workin' in the dark
The perfect life, riding to eternity

I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
I feel like makin' love in the pouring rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
I got no need to explain
I feel like goin' surfing in a hurricane

The waves were hard, the seas were high
Wicked thunderbolts flashed in my eyes
We swam out to the sandbar in the dark
Howling at the moon, cussin' at the sharks

[Guitar Solo]

I made the first drop and my cojones were in my throat
The second wave hit me
Brother, that's all she wrote
Upside down, water on the brain
Into the bottom, but feelin' no pain
Screamin like a Seaman, paddlin' out again

I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
I feel like makin' love in the pouring rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
I got no need to explain
I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane

I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
I feel like makin' love in the pouring rain
I ain't afraid of dyin'
I got no need to explain
I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane
I feel like goin' surfin' in a hurricane

Billboards promise paradise
And tattoos "done while you wait"
Possible futures all laid out
On the sweeping curve of the interstate

Got no city, got no land
Got no lover, got no wife
How many ways to say goodbye
Can one man fit in a nomad life?
Life short-call now

Lone car waxes, then it wanes
Leaves only voices in the hall
And in the room next door to mine
The bed is banging on the wall

You've no idea how I long
For even one loving caress
For you to step into my heart
Without deception or duress
Life short-call now

This train slipped into the station
A worn out steel blue soul
A relic from colonial days
When the French were still in control
Lorsque les Francais ont ete en controle
(When the French were still in control)

It's an outpost in transition
Where the faithful in the bar
Know from the whistle & the squeaking wheels
That the next step is Dakar
La prochaine etape etait Dakar
(The next step is Dakar)

Talk on the radio
Talk on the street
Talk of men with money loco from the heat
Picking up the beat

Talk about the rail band
Picking up the beat
We lit that great reunion
With the headlights on the jeep

And there's history on the jukebox
Where the spies & scoundrels dwell
It was the place to go in Bamako
Direction – Buffet Hotel

Now we’re lost in the Sahara
Four hours north of Tombouctou
Lookin’ for a nomad who knows
Or maybe some wondering Jew
Allons a Essakane, Syndou
(Get us to Essakane, Syndou)

Then we heard that Tuareg combo
We had come so very far
And we were welcomed out of history
By the wind & sand & stars
Jai commence a le piercevoir
(I’m beginning to understand it)

Sand in the couscous
Sand in the wine
There was sand in my guitar case
Stories in my mind

Machine guns on the hilltop
Camels in my tent
Buried in a sandstorm
As the music came & went

Well we crawled out of the desert
And the storm erased our tracts
The Sahara showed her heart to us
And then she took it back

I recall diplomats & hookers
And I saw strangers digging wells
And for that one great night in Bamako
We owned Buffet Hotel

Nous avons eu Buffet Hotel
(We owned the Buffet Hotel)
La nuit nous apparient
Vive le Buffet
Adieu A Bientot-Farewell

Hey, have you noticed that the world has changed
That the news is all bad
Well, I think it's time for a song about that

Up on the east side of Manhattan
They're still dancing with the stars
While over in sub-prime city
It's getting ugly in the local bars
Watching the news only gives me the blues
There's too much going wrong

It takes the likes of me to hit the reboot key
And write a high speed drinking song

Millionaires losing everything
Hey, welcome to the other side of life
There goes the yacht there goes the Rolls
But, you get to keep your wife

And don't forget the automakers
Swimming upstream like a trout
They let the shit hit the fan
And then made a plan
We've got a lot to drink about

There's the price of oil
The war of the spoils
Here's your bucket for the big bailout
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan
We've got a lot to drink about

Now Madoff made off with all the money
And his clients are down to skunk weed
Repeat after me it's so easy to see
We're only talking simple greed

And those Somalian pirates are counting all their gold
While Bush and Cheney ain't around
And all the good lookers seem to be Russian hookers
From Key West to London town

With the price of oil
War of the spoils
Here's your bucket for the big bailout
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan
We've got a lot to drink about

So pour me some Tennessee whiskey
Pour me a fine Jamaican rum
That loud mouth soup
Can get ya kind of looped
Tequila, of course I want some!

Well the family devalues
And little children count their net worth
And the truth wherever it's hiding
Can't be found on Google Earth
Citibank's buying jets with our money
I wanna flog 'em with a buggy whip
Let's hope Barack and Joe won't let the volcano blow
And patch the hole in our sinking ship

There's the price of oil
The war of the spoils
Here's your bucket for the big bailout
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan
We've got a lot to drink about

Recession, opression, depression good God
CNN keeps bummin' me out
I can't take another doomsday minute
Got a lot to drink
A lot to think
A lot to drink about

God bless America