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Buffett Jimmy

bore. Jimmy Buffet doesn't live here any more Verse 4 So don't tell me I sound like Jimmy Buffet Just because I got that island beat Jimmy might

Sun's up, uh huh, looks okay The world survives into another day And I'm thinking about eternity Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me I had another

Work, work, work Big pile of it and the boss is a jerk Just want to disappear Wishin? I was somewhere other than here Livin? for the weekend Jump right

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 Ou can spin it again and again

By: jimmy buffett and greg taylor 1977 I guess it all blew up in missoula There just was no other way After months of goin' crazy, there was nothin' left

Well now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars Ladies would pay and pay, one

I live on a big round ball I never do dream I may fall And even one day if I do Well, I'll jump up and smile back at you I don't even know where we are

Grapefruit, a bathin' suit, chew a little juicy fruit Wash away the night Drive in, you guzzle gin, commit a little mortal sin It's good for the soul

I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab And be back to work before two At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder What would Jimmy Buffett