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Jimmy Buffett lyrics

Album: Banana Wind [1996]

Tracks12
 01  Only Time Will Tell
 02  Jamaica Mistaica
 03  School Boy Heart
 04 Banana Wind
 05  Holiday
 06  Bob Robert's Society Band
 07  Overkill
 08  Desdemona's Building a Rocket Ship
 09  Mental Floss
 10  Cultural Infidel
 11  Happily Ever After (Now and Then)
 12 False Echoes (Havana 1921)
all Jimmy Buffett lyrics



Only Time Will Tell
[transcribed by chris w]
Only time will tell
By: jimmy buffett
1996
Scales and clocks just can't be trusted
Keys and locks are destined to be busted
Metaphors were never made for keeping score
And I'm feeling for the sound of time

Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo

Is it the answer or just a suggestion
Is love what we truly want or merely a protection
Is this music made to last or crumble like a shell
Is there heaven here on earth or is this really hell

Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell

Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo

Are we destined to be ruled by a bunch of old white men
Who compare the world to football and are programmed to defend
I'd like to try a princess or a non-terrestrial
Who is neither boast nor bashful is there really such a girl

Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell

I woke up this morning feeling absolutely grand
For nearly half a century I've been singing in a band
I'd like to think I'll make it to two thousand and one
Will the party be at my house God I wonder who will come

Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell

Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense on this crazy carousel
Only time will tell

Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo

Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo

Only time will tellback to top
Jamaica Mistaica
[transcribed by scott h]
Jamaica mistaica
By: jimmy buffett
1996
Some folks say that I've got the perfect life.
Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife.
I fly. I sail. I throw caution to the wind.
Drift like a stratus cloud above the caribbean.

But every now and then
The dragons come to call.
Just when you least expect it you'll be dodging cannon balls.
I've seen to much not to stay in touch with a world full of love and luck.
I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition.
I never forget to duck.

(chorus)
Come back
Come back
Back to jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaica
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

It was a beautiful day
The kind you want to toast
We were treetop flyin'
Movin' west along the coast
Then we landed in the water
Just about my favorite thrill
When some asshole started firin'
When we taxied to negril

Just about to lose my temper
As I endeavored to explain
We had only come for chicken
We were not a ganja plane
Well you should have seen there faces
When they finally realized
We were not some coked up cowboys
Sportin' guns and alibies

(chorus)
Come back
Come back
Back to jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaica
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

They shot from the lighthouse
They shot from the highway
They shot from the top of the cliff
They'd all gone haywire
We're catchin' fire
And there wasn't even a spliff

Well the word got out
All over the island
Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin'
Some thought me crazy for bein' way to nice
But it's just another shitty day in paradise

Come back
Come back
Back to jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaica
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

Come back
Come back
Back to jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaica
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you, promise not to shoot you,
Promise not to shoot you out of the skyback to top
School Boy Heart
[transcribed by chris w]
School boy heart
By: jimmy buffett & matt betton
1996
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose

I suppose
The need to focus never arose
So something like a swiss army knife
That's my life
Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me
Breaking free, breaking free

Cause I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a bartender's ear and beachcomber's style
Piratical nerve and a vaudevillian style

I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck
With all hands spread all over the deck
What the heck
Then some kind of obscene and unscrupulous mind
Began to pick up what he could find
Added ice, shook me twice, rolled the dice

Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
A sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a native tongue from way down south
It sits in the cheek of my gulf coastal mouth

I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose

[in case there's any interest, right before banana wind, jimmy sez
Meetcha at the end meetcha at the end.]back to top
Holiday
The weather channel girl
with her perfect weather curl
is talking cold, cold, cold
You can't get out of bed
you can't remember what you've said
you're feeling old, old, old

Is it fever or depression
anger or aggression
what's the remedy?
We're not talking rocket science
the answer to your question's
very plain to see

You need a holiday
take a holiday
find a far off wonderland
where you might regain command
of your life today

Take a holiday
you need a holiday
grab a pack and hit the trail
take a sail
and wind up in some moonlight bay

You're caught up in the Internet
you think it's such a great asset
but you're wrong, wrong, wrong
All that fiber optic gear
still cannot take away the fear
like an island song

Disregard confession
Stop trying to make impressions
on your corporate climb
it might come as quite a shock
but you can't really own that rock
it's just a waste of time

So, take a holiday
you need a holiday
find a place to find yourself
take your life down off that shelf
quit acting so blasİ

Take a holiday
you need a holiday
grab a pack and hit the trail
take a sail
and wind up in some moonlight bay

Well it's only up to you
no one else can teach you to
go out and have some fun
though if you want to stay alive
evade the big nose dive
be a comedian

And take a holiday
you need a holiday
find a far off wonderland
where you might regain command
of your life today

Take a holiday
you need a holiday
grab a pack and hit the trail
take a sail
and wind up in some moonlight bay

You need a holiday
take a holiday
find a place to find yourself
take your life down off that shelf
quit acting so blasİ

Take a holiday
you need a holiday
grab a pack and hit the trail
take a sail
and wind up in some moonlight bayback to top
Bob Robert's Society Band
[transcribed by linda h]
Bob roberts society band
By: jimmy buffett
1996
Well, you've heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shade
You've heard heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the 'glades,
It's a melting pot existance
That is hard to contemplate
And a never ending battle in the sunshine state.

But far, far away from the front page news,
Far, far away from the headline blues,
Down a secondary road that severely shows it's age
The forties comes to life on a make-shift stage.

It's the bob roberts society band.
Playing every sunday at the orange grove stand.
They don't play grunge and they don't play loud.
It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.

Well, the word goes out
From melbourne to the keys.
The faithful get the message
Like it's written on the breeze.
Young folks, old folks,
'bout to cut a rug
Fox trot, bunny hop,
Do the jitterbug,

To the bob roberts society band.
Playing every sunday at the orange grove stand.
They don't play grunge and they don't play loud.
It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.

I saw mini vans from boca,
Buses from perrine.
There were people speaking hindu
In the bar-b-que line.
A couple on their honeymoon
Looked a bit confused.
But the boys in the band put 'em right in the mood.
They played.....

A lady dressed in purple started dancing all alone
Then she sauntered oh so gently to the vacant microphone.
She sounded like she's someone and never missed a beat.
By the time the number ended they were dancin' in the street.

They'd died and gone to heaven,
That lively little crowd,
Trombones and saxophones
Sent 'em through the clouds.
It could have gone all night
But the party had to stop.
When they blew the circuit breaker
In the souvenir shop.

It's the bob roberts society band
Playing every sunday at the orange grove stand
They don't play grunge and they don't play loud
It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.

It's the bob roberts society band
Playing every sunday down at the orange grove stand
They don't play grunge and they don't play loud
It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.

Oh-yea-a-a-ah!back to top
Overkill
[transcribed by bryan j]
Overkill
By: jimmy buffett
1996
Legal problems gettin' thick and hazy
Look at the people gettin' rich and crazy
Locked up in mansions on the top of the hill
Someone needs to tell them 'bout overkill

Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies in the old boneyard

Ah uh
Ah uh
Ah uh
Ah uh

I went to find the truth in the himalayas
Bundled up half-frozen munchin' milky way-uhs
Found a shaman in a diaper with a poppy pot
When I asked if he was cold he said I just think hot

Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies in some old boneyard

Ah uh
Ah uh

Wmr:
Out in hollywood the paper money rolls
They feed their egos instead of their souls
A million here, a million there
A mindless corporate dance
Gettin' paid for fuckin' off in the south of france

They don't do the shows
But they act like the stars
They fly around in g-4's and suck on big cigars
It ain't about the talent
It ain't about the skill
It's all about the silly stupid horseshit deal!

Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies in the old boneyard

[ horn/pan break ]

I got no corporate gig
I got no guru (ah uh)
I don't own ocean front in honolulu (ah uh)
You write the big checks
But I pay your bills
Now someone's got to tell you 'bout overkill

Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies in some old boneyard

Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies in some old boneyardback to top
Desdemona's Building a Rocket Ship
[transcribed by bo b]
Desdemonas building a rocket ship
By: jimmy buffett
1996
Desdemonas building a rocket ship
Desdemonas going away
Desdemonas building a rocket ship
Blasting off today
She's got a passion for cookies
A crew full of rookies
It's going to be a hell of a blow
Desdemonas building a rocket ship
And I've got to go

A women on a mission
Quite familiar with quasars
Her heart is in a kitchen
But her soul is in the stars
Crystal clear on logic
But short on expertise
This is a very ancient puzzle
She feels herself a piece

Desdemonas building a rocket ship
Desdemonas going away
Desdemonas building a rocket ship
Blasting off today
She got a passion for cookies
A crew full of rookies
It's going to be a hell of a blow
Desdemonas building a rocket ship
Guess I've got to go

She was down in puerto rico
Doing a scientist
True, he was no geek though
She was taken with his kiss
It was under the giant telescope
Were she heard the calling voice
It came screaming though the light years
She never had a choice

Pleiades calling her home
Seven sisters, she hears her distant sisters
Pleiades calling me home
Seven sisters, she hears her seven sisters

Pleiades calling her home
Seven sisters, she hears her distant sisters
Pleiades calling me home
Seven sisters, she hears her seven sisters

A woman on a mission
Quite familiar with quasars
Her hearts still in the kitchen
But her soul is in the stars
Her engine fuel with logic
And navigation expertise
It's a very distant puzzle
She gonna to get her piece

Desdemonas building a rocket ship
Desdemonas going away
Desdemonas building a rocket ship
Blasting off today
She got a passion for cookies
A crew full of rookies
It's going to be a hell of a blow
Desdemonas building a rocket ship
I've just got to go

Yea, oh yea
Seven sisters, she hears her distant sisters
Yea, ooooowwww!
Pleiades calling her home
Seven sisters, she hears her seven sisters
Pleiades calling me home
Seven sisters, she hears her seven sisters

Pleiades calling her home
Seven sisters, she hears her distant sisters
Pleiades calling me home
Seven sisters, she hears her seven sistersback to top
Mental Floss
[transcribed by bo b]
Mental floss
By: jimmy buffett
1996
I'd like to be a jelly fish
Cause jelly fish don't pay rent
They don't walk, they don't talk
With some euro-trash accents

They're just simple protoplasm
Clear as cellophane
They ride the winds of fortune
Life without a brain

In one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss-crossed
I recommend you try a little...
Mental floss

It's the small small problems
That keep me so upset

And send me seeking shelter
Beneath my mosquito net
I stay there for hours
Protected from the nights
All those insects and vipers
Other things that bite

In one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss-crossed
I recommend you try a little...
Mental floss

I'd like to be a jelly fish
Because jelly fish don't pay rent
They don't walk, they don't talk
With some euro-trash accent

There just simple protoplasm
Clear as cellophane
They ride the winds of fortune
Life without a brain

It's in one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss-crossed
I recommend you try a little...
Mental floss

It's in one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss-crossed
I recommend you try a little...
Mental floss

Yea, don't forget to floss every day!

Mental!back to top
Cultural Infidel
[transcribed by bryan j]
Cultural infidel
By: jimmy buffett
1996
I'm a cultural infidel
Painting in the dark
I'm a cultural infidel
Singin' in the park
Socrates, hypotheses, the music of mozart
I'm a cultural infidel
Comin' from the heart

Free thinkin', hood-winkin', unblinkin' mon
Start trouble, burst bubbles, join my caravahn
Someone's got to talk about accountability
Someone's got to raise some hell
I guess it could be me

I'm a cultural infidel
Tryin' to draw a crowd
I'm a cultural infidel
Singin' right out loud
Philosophy is not for me, laughin' is my game
I'm a cultural infidel
Slap me with the blame

Loose cannon, armageddon, preacher's at the door
Spittin' poison at the boys'n' girls on the dance floor
I hear them in the congress
I see them on tv
I hope the inquisition remains a memory

... horn/pan instrumental ...

Al diablo picasso, al diablo manet
Al diablo fontainebleu, al diablo hemingway
O diab dr. thompson, o diab san joan
O diab village people, o diab rolling stone

(hoo hoo)
Someone's got to talk about accountability
Someone's got to raise some hell
It might as well be me

I'm a cultural infidel
'believe in common sense
I'm a cultural infidel
Love the present tense
But we have to keep a lookout for those mean old backed up farts
I'm a cultural infidel
Comin' from the heart

My heart, my heart, my heart
Mon coeur...
Will I see you in heaven?
Will I see you in hell?
Will I see you in rio
Only time will...
Will I see you in heaven?
Will I see you in hell?
Will I see you tomorrow?
Only time will tellback to top
Happily Ever After (Now and Then)
[transcribed by bryan j]
Happily ever after (now and then)
By: jimmy buffett
1996
I've been a stand-in, a stunt man
I've takin' some falls
Troubles... I've had my share
But one has to learn how to run before walkin'
'round breathin' that million air

Take it from me cuz I found
If you leave it then somebody else is bound
To find that treasure, that moment of pleasure
When yours, it could have been

Some people never find it
Some... only pretend, but me:
I just want to live happily ever after every now and then

I've been in vans and in bands
On and through stages
One thing I can conclude
One has to learn havin' fun is just smilin' through
Those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Take it from me cuz I've found
If you leave it then somebody else is bound
To find that treasure, that moment of pleasure
When yours, it could have been

Some people never find it
Some... only pretend, but me:
I just want to live happily ever after every now and then

... pm guitar break ...

Some people never find it
Some... only pretend, but me, hell:
I just want to live happily ever after every now and then

Every now and then (oooooooo...)
(every now and then) (oooooooo...)
(happily ever after every now and then) (oooooooo...)
(every now and then) (oooooooo...)
(happily ever after every now and then)back to top
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