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Jimmy Buffett lyrics

Album: Coconut Telegraph [1981]

Tracks9
 01  Coconut Telegraph
 02  Incommunicado
 03  It's My Job
 04  Growing Older But Not Up
 05  The Good Fight
 06  The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful
 07  Stars Fell on Alabama
 08  Island
 09  Little Miss Magic
all Jimmy Buffett lyrics



Coconut Telegraph
Tuesday on the island
Not much goin' on
The parties are all over
They ended just past dawn

But the jungle drums are beating
With the tales from late last night
Cause the stories bear repeating
For everyone's delight

You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
Can't keep nothin' under their hat
You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph
Sayin' who did dis and dat
Dis and dat dis and dat

Now I'm not one to deal in gossip
But was he that big of fool?
To do a belly buster high dive
And miss the entire pool?

Now what's the word on sweet Melissa?
And the kid nobody knew
Did Ricardo ever find her?
I swear it's just between me and you

You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
By now everybody knows
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
Just who comes and goes
Comes and goes comes and goes

It's hump day on the island
And the lines have all gone dead
All the juicy news is history
I guess everything's been said

But when the eagle flies on Friday
And the boys break out the rum
Then the joint begins to jumpin'
And you'll hear those hot lines hum

Put it on the coconut telegraph
All the celebration and the stress
Put it on the coconut telegraph
In twenty-five words or lessback to top
Incommunicado
By: jimmy buffett, deborah mccoll, m.l. benoit
1980
For the duke and travis mcgee
Travis mcgee's still in cedar key
That's what ol' john macdonald said
My rendezvous's so long overdue
With all of the things I've sung and I've read
They still apply to me
They all make sense in time

Chorus:
But now I'm incommunicado
Drivin' by myself down the road with a hole in it
Songs with no vibrato
Takin' the long way home

Now on the day that john wayne died
I found myself on the continental divide
Tell me where do I go from here
Think I'll ride into leadville and have a few beers
I think of red river or liberty valance
Can't believe the old man's gone

Chorus:
But now he's incommunicado
Leavin' such a hole in a world that believed
That a life with such bravado
Was takin' the right way home

So when I finished that last line
I put the book by itself on the shelf with my heart in it
Never wastin' time takin' the right way home
I know I'm never wastin' time findin' the right way home

Chorus:
Still I am incommunicado
Livin' next door to a leg with a pin in it
Life with such bravado
Is takin' the right way home

Tryin' to make it
Tryin' to fake it
Tryin' to take it home

Tryin' to make it
Tryin' to fake it
Tryin' to take it home

I know i'm...
Tryin' to make it
Sometimes I fake it
Tryin' to take it home

All I'm doing is...
Tryin' to make it
Tryin' to fake it
Tryin' to take it home

But now I'm incommunicado...back to top
It's My Job
By: mac mcanally
1970
For mac who reminds me of me seven years ago
In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb
I didn't know what about, but I was feelin' quite disturbed
A street sweeper came whistlin' by, he was bouncin' every step
It seemed strange how good he felt, so I asked him while he swept

Chorus:
He said, it's my job to be cleaning up this mess
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that makes a day for me.

I got an uncle who owns a bank, he's a self-made millionaire
He never had anyone to love, never had no one to care
He always seemed kinda sad to me and I asked him why that was
And he told me it's because in my contract there's this clause

Chorus:
That says, it's my job to be worried half to death
And that's the thing people respect in me
It's my job but without it I'd be less
Than what I expect from me.

Now I've been lazy most all my life writin' songs and sleepin' late
And any manual labor I've done was purely by mistake
If street sweepers can smile then I've got no right to feel upset
But sometimes I still forget
'til the lights go on and the stage is set
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat

Chorus:
It's my job to be different than the rest
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that's a rough break for me

Chorus:
It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that makes the day for me

- notes:
Background vocals: mac mcanally, j.d. southerback to top
Growing Older But Not Up
By: jimmy buffett
1980
For all those who don't feel as old as they are and never will
I rounded first never thought of the worst
As I studied the shortstop's position
Crack went my leg like the shell of an egg
Someone call a decent physician
I'm no pete rose, I can't pretend
Though my mind is quite flexible, these brittle bones don't bend

Chorus:
I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead

Sometimes I see me as old manatee
Headin' south as the waters grow colder
Tries to steer clear of the hum-drum so near
It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulder
But that's how it goes (that's how it goes), right to the end
Though his body's quite flexible, that barnacle brain don't bend

Chorus:
I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm livin' than live while I'm dead

(instrumental)

Now don't get me wrong
This is not a sad song
Just events that I have happened to witness
And time takes it's toll as we head for the poll
And no one dies from physical fitness
So what the hell, we'll take it right to the end
As the days grow more complicated the nightlife still wins

Chorus:
I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of change blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead
Let those winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm deadback to top
The Good Fight
By: jimmy buffett, j.d. souther
1980
To muhammed ali for twenty years of excitement and entertainment
They talk about their women too much
The women got 'em so confused
They don't talk about their lives as such
My life is all I got to lose

You take it with a grain of salt
And laugh at the complexities
They're good at pickin' all the faults
I keep laughin' so they don't pick me

Chorus:
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
I'd never know if I was wrong or right
But that's just what you get
You got to go the distance
If you want to fight a good fight
Good fight
Keep it up and keep a good fight
Good fight

The telephone begins to ring
That could only be one call
I might as well be on the moon
Standin' in the shower stall

Can't believe she picked it up
She didn't know the rules somehow
Then I hear her say hello (hello)
Panic in the grey room now

Chorus:
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
She'd kill me whether I was wrong or right
That's just what you get
You got to go the distance
If you want to fight a good fight
Good fight
Keep it up and keep a good fight
Good fight

You never know until you try
It's hard to see the side you're on
Some people say I'm halfway here
Some people say I'm halfway gone

Chorus:
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
I'd never know if I was wrong or right
But that's just what you get
You got to go the distance
If you want to fight a good fight
Good fight
Keep it up and keep a good fight
Good fight

All I want is just a good fight
Good fight
Yes it's got to be a good fight
Good fightback to top
The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful
By: jimmy buffett
1980
This song is for billy clyde tuggel. I hope you make it to tahiti one day.
-- spoken:
Play ball!! (one, two, three, four)
Where's my per diem? (ladies and gentlemen, the carl reiner band)
Hey bobby, where's the keys to the rent-a-car?
Jimmy, jimmy, can I open the show in atlanta please?
Warning! don't ever start a band!

He worked hard all year, just wanted a few weeks alone
But his old lady's into modelin', she can't get away from a phone
Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says, down there there is nothing to do
Her goddamn phone never stops ringin'
He'll try the service in a day maybe two

Well he's on his third drink before the wheels of the plane leave the ground
Makin' points with the stewardess high over long island sound
She's also spending some time on the island
Too much city madness gives her the blues
They make a date to go dancin' and dinin'
It seems neither has that much to lose

Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
My thoughts aren't too clear but don't run away
My girlfriend's a bore, my job is too dutiful
Hell nobody's perfect would you like to play?
I feel together today

Well now that's just the start of a well-deserved overdue binge
Meanwhile back in the city certain people are starting to cringe
His lawyers are calling his parents
His girlfriend doesn't know what to think
His partners are studying their options
He's just singin' and orderin' drinks

Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear life's so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitiful
No place like home when you're this far away
I don't care what they say (I don't care)

He's goin' back to new york pack it up and let everyone know
It was something that he should have done such a long time ago
Still time to start a new life in the palm trees
Ah, billy clyde wasn't insane
And if it doesn't work out there'll never be any doubt
That the pleasure was worth all the pain

Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear life's so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitiful
No place like home when you're this far away
Time for to play
I need time for to play
Time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play

- notes:
Billy clyde tuggel was a character in the soap opera all my children.
(see album dedication)back to top
Stars Fell on Alabama
By: mitchell parish, frank perkins
1934
For all the crooners and swooners wherever they may be
Moonlight and magnolias, starlight in your hair
All the world a dream come true
Did it really happen, was I really there
Was I really there with you

We lived our little drama, we kissed in a field of white
And stars fell on alabama that night
I can't forget the glamour, your eyes held a tender light
And stars fell on alabama last night

Chorus:
I never planned in my imagination, a situation so heavenly
A fairy land that no one else could enter
And in the center, just you and me, dear
My heart beat like a hammer, my arms wound around you tight
And stars fell on alabama last night

--spoken:
Alright, let's take it on down from muscle shoals through decatur
Mmmm, birmingham, ooh montgomery
Right up over spanish fort into mobile, my hometown
Mister t...

(harmonica solo)

Chorus:
I never planned in my imagination, a situation so heavenly
A fairy land that no one else could enter
And in the center, just you and me, dear
My heart beat like a hammer, my arms wound around you tight
Ah, stars fell on alabama last night

--spoken:
One more time boys...

Yes, we lived our little drama
We kissed on the dunes so white
And stars fell on alabama
Last nightback to top
Island
By: jimmy buffett, david loggins
1980
For jane
Island I see you in the distance
I feel that your existence
Is not unlike my own
Island they say no man is like you
They say you stand alone
Sometimes I feel that way too
It's the need for love

Heart and soul accompaniment
Seems to make me different from you

Chorus:
Well I tried to book passage, but you have no ports
And I tried to sail in, but your wind and waters
Tore my sails and broke all my oars

Island I see you in the moonlight
Silhouettes of ships in the night
Just make me want that much more
Island I see you in all of my dreams
Maybe someday I'll have the means to reach your distant shores
When the need for love

Heart and soul accompaniment
No longer makes me different from you

Chorus:
Well I tried to build bridges
But they all fell down
And I've taken to the air on wings of silver
But I always hit the ground

(instrumental)

Well I tried to book passage, but you have no ports
And I tried to sail in, but your wind and waters
Tore my sails and broke all my oars

Island I see you in the moonlight
Silhouettes of ships in the night
Just make me want that much moreback to top
Little Miss Magic
By: jimmy buffett
1980
For the noop
Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
The clever little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing
She loves to ride into town with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin

Chorus:
I see a little more of me everyday
I catch a little more moustache turning gray
Your mother is the only other woman for me
Little miss magic, what you gonna be?

Sometimes I catch her dreamin' and wonder where that little mind meanders
Is she strollin' along the shore or cruisin' o'er the broad savannah
I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes
Someday she's gonna learn how to fly
Oh that I won't deny

Chorus:
I catch a little more dialogue comin' my way
I see those big brown eyes just start to lookin' astray
Your mother's still the only other woman for me
Little miss magic, what you gonna be?

Yes she loves to ride into town with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin

Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
Those clever little looks she gives just can't help but be appealing
I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes
One day she's gonna learn how to fly
That I won't deny

Chorus:
I see a little more of me everyday
I feel a little more moustache turning gray
Your mother's still the only other woman for me
Little miss magic, what you gonna be?
Little miss magic, what you gonna be?
Little miss magic, just can't wait to see

It's raining, it's pouring
Your old man is snoringback to top
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