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Jimmy Buffett lyrics

Album: You Had to Be There [1978]

Tracks19
 01  Son of a Son of a Sailor
 02  Pencil Thin Mustache
 03  Wonder Why We Ever Go Home
 04  Landfall
 05  Miss You So Badly
 06  Havana Daydreamin'
 07  Margaritaville
 08  Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
 09  Come Monday
 10  Perrier Blues
 11  Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit
 12  God's Own Drunk
 13  He Went to Paris
 14  The Captain and the Kid
 15  Why Don't We Get Drunk (And Screw)
 16  A Pirate Looks at Forty
 17  Tampico Trauma
 18  Morris' Nightmare
 19  Dixie Diner
all Jimmy Buffett lyrics



Son of a Son of a Sailor
Son of a son of a sailor
By: jimmy buffett
1978
As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And I learned much from both of their styles

Chorus:
Son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greats you at the border

And the lady she hails from trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet
And the rum is for all your good vices

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
That our forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
It's a son of a gun of a chorus

Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I cruise along always searchin' for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker

But a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer

- notes:
Background vocals: steve goodmanback to top
Pencil Thin Mustache
Pencil thin mustache
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Now they make new movies in old black and white
With happy endings, where nobody fights
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage
Honey, jump right up and show your age

Chorus:
I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The boston blackie kind
A two toned ricky ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of andy devine

I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny
Writin' fan letters to sky king and penny
Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too

Then it's bandstand, disneyland, growin' up fast
Drinkin' on a fake i.d.
Yeah, and rama of the jungle was everyone's bawana
But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too

Then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel
Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore)
Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score

Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear
I don't go to church and I don't cut my hair
But I can go to movies and see it all there
Just the way that it used to be

Chorus:
That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The boston blackie kind
A two-toned ricky ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of andy devine

Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be
Maybe suave errol flynn or the sheik of araby
If I only had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could do some cruisin' too

Coda:
Yeah, bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah
Oh, I could do some cruisin' too


Corrected by dub dublin <dub@conservor.com>back to top
Wonder Why We Ever Go Home
By: jimmy buffett
1977
Years grow shorter, not longer
The more you've been on your own
Feelin's for movin' grow stronger
So you wonder why you ever go home
Wonder why you ever go home

People are movin' so quickly
Humor's in need of repair
Same occupations and same obligations
They've really go nothing to share
Like drivin' around with no spare

River gets deeper not shallow
The further you move down the stream
Wonderin' if I can keep her
As I race to catch up with my dreams
How they shine and glitter and gleam

Years grow shorter, not longer
The more you've been on your own
Feelin's for movin' grow stronger
So you wonder why you ever go home
Wonder why you ever go home
You wonder why you ever go homeback to top
Landfall
By: jimmy buffett
1977
Now what would they do if I just sailed away
Who the hell really compelled me to leave today
Runnin' low on stories of what made it a ball
What would they do if I made no landfall

I lived half my life in an eight by five room
Just crusin' to the sound of the big diesel boom
It's not close quarters that would make me snap
It's just dealing with the daily unadulterated crap

Chorus:
Sail away, for a month at a time
Sail away, I've got to restart my mind
And you'll find me back at it again

Oh, I love the smell of fresh snapper fried light
What you say pouilly-fusse to round out the night
The mid-morning watch is the best time to look
Oh, what would they do if I wrote the big book

'cause I've seen incredible things in my years
Some days were laughter and others were tears
If I had it all to do over again
I'd just get myself drunk and I'd jump right back in

Chorus:
Sail away, that's the way I survive
Sail away, that's just no shuck and jive
It just makes my whole life come alive

The wind whistles through the cold riggin' at night
Crazy crowds boogie to the sounds and the lights
Bums down in capo's he's just havin' a ball
What would he do on another landfall
What would they do if I made no landfall
Oh, what would they do if I flew to nepal
What would I do if I met lucille ball
I'm tryin' to make a little sense of it all
Just tryin' to make a little sense of it allback to top
Miss You So Badly
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 to say
But when the dust had finally settled
And the air had quickly cleared
Whoa, things were better off than I had feared

Chorus:
And i, miss you so badly, girl I love you madly
Feelin' so sad now since I been gone, gone, gone
It gets quite confusin', it seems that I'm loosin'
Track of the long days since I been home

We're stayin' in a holiday inn full of surgeons
I guess they meet there once a year
They exchange physician's stories
And get drunk on tuborg beer
Then they're off to catch a stripper
With their eyes glued to her g
But I don't think that I would ever let 'em cut on me

Chorus:
And i, miss you so badly, girl I love you madly
I think I've been had though for stayin' so long, long, long
And i'm, just watchin' the gong show, waitin' for zoro
Losin' the long days since I been home

I got a head full of feelin' higher
And an ear full of patsy cline
There is just no one who can touch her
Hell, I'll hang on every line
Oh, crazy how things happen, it's incredible but true
The longer I'm gone the closer I feel to you

Chorus:
And i, miss you so badly, girl I love you madly
I'm feelin' so glad just to be headin' home, home, home
I've been, battlin' motel maids, and chewin' on rolaids
Countin' the hours till I get home
Whoa I been, countin' the hours till I get homeback to top
Havana Daydreamin'
Stashed his trash in Ecuador, bought a good suit of clothes.
Flew on up to Mexico, standin' by the shore.
Waiting for some mystery man, to pay him for his time.
Thinkin' about all the money he made,
couldn't help to ease his mind
Havana daydreamin' oh he's just dreamin' his life away.

Daddy shucked that sugar cane,
One day he fell dead.
Jesus had a wanderin' feelin'
Swimmin around in his head.
Sailin' on a midnight boat,
There were no questions asked,
Water's so green and the air was so clean
That he stuck right to his task, Havana daydreamin',
Oh he's just schemin', his life away.

Ceilin' fan stirs the air
Cigar smoke did swirl,
A fragrance on the pillow case
And he thinks about the girl.
Spillin' wine wine and sharin' good times
She sure could make him smile.
He pays her well but what the hell
He'll be movin' in a little while, Havana daydreamin',
Havana daydreamin'
Oh he'll be dreamin' his life away.back to top
Margaritaville
By: jimmy buffett
1977
Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil

Chorus:
Wastin' away again in margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault

I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue

Chorus:
Wastin' away again in margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault

I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Wastin' away again in margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's my own damn faultback to top
Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.

It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.

[Chorus:]
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes,
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure
Makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall

[Chorus]

I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine,
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...

[Chorus]back to top
Come Monday
Come monday
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Headin' up to san francisco
For the labor day week-end show
I've got my hush-puppies on
I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll
And honey I didn't know
That I'd be missin' you so

Chorus:
Come monday, it'll be all right
Come monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown l. a. haze
And I just want you back by my side

Yes, it's been quite a summer
Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains
And now you're off on vacation
Somethin' you tried to explain
And darlin', since I love you so
That's the reason I just let you go

Chorus:
Come monday, it'll be all right
Come monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown l. a. haze
And I just want you back by my side

I can't help it honey
You're that much a part of me now
Remember that night in montana
When we said there'd be no room for doubt

I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry
I know that it's pretty up there
We can go hikin' on tuesday
With you I'd walk anywhere
California has worn me quite thin
I just can't wait to see you again

Chorus:
Come monday, it'll be all right
Come monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown l. a. haze
And I just want you back by my sideback to top
Perrier Blues
Perrier blues
By: jimmy buffett
1978
-- spoken:
This is a brand new song we'd like to do for you now. and, I wrote this
Song sittin' sandin' the ol' main mast sittin' in the hurricane hole, in
Nassau, bahamas. about to throw up and the only thing that could get me
Through was a bottle of perrier and a jackson browne album. so, this is
Called perrier blues.

Ridin' high atop the main mast
Harbor stretched out below
All day I've been feelin' kind of half-assed
So I asked the boy to lower me slow
Lower me slow

Sat down and drank me some perrier
Watched the seaplane disappear out of sight
Confused in my head well I jumped back in bed
Wondering who's at the fronton tonight
Shinin' bright

I know the night and I miss it
I've got this thing for applause
But like a cat on my rockin' chair cushion
I've got to stretch my claws
Move my jaw

I know I've got the best of both worlds
Though that sounds like a t.v. show
When that anchor goes down and the sails are all furled
Well it's back on the road I go
Back I go

Well I bitch about the food and the weather
Wondering why the hell I ever came back
But knowing deep down I love this merry-go-round
And I can't wait to lay down this track
When I get back

Yeah, I know the night and I love it
I've got this thing for a show
If the ball's hit my way I'm going to glove it
'cause that's the only thing I know
All I know

Yeah, I know the night and I miss it
I've got this thing for applause
But like a cat on my rockin' chair cushion
I've got to stretch my claws
Move my jaw
Move my jaw

Can't seem to lose those perrier blues
Can't seem to lose those perrier blues
Can't seem to lose those perrier bluesback to top
Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit
By: jimmy buffett
1973
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

Bridge:
And oh it gets so damn lonely
When you're on a plane alone
And if I had the money, honey
I'd strap you in beside me
And never ever leave you
Leave you at home all alone and cryin'

Ten speed
No need
My pickup gets me where I please
Chuggin' down the street

But I'll be leavin'
In a little while
So close your eyes and i'll
I'll be back real soon

Spoken:
Ah, take it reefers
Ladies choice, everybody dance
Here we go

Bridge:
Yes and if I had that money, honey
I'd strap you in beside me (in your strapless)
And never ever leave you
Leave you at home all alone and cryin'

Grapefruit
A bathin' suit
You chew a little juicy fruit
Wash away the night
Yeah you chew a little juicy fruit
It's good for ya soulback to top
God's Own Drunk
God's own drunk
By: lord buckley
1974
Well, like I explained to y'all before I ain't no drinkin' man. I tried it once, and it got me highly irregular and I swore I'd never do it again. but I promised my brother-in-law that i'd
P and watch his still while he went into town to vote.

It was up there on the mountain where the map said it would be. friends let me tell you one thing though, it wadn't no ordinary still. it stood up that mountainside like... like a huge golden op
R

God's yellar moon was a' shinin' on the cool clear evenin', god's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens and, like I explained to you once before, I ain't no drinkin' man, b
Emptation got the best of me, and I took a slash... (wshew!... woah...) that yellar whiskey runnin' down my throat like honeydew vine water, and I took another slash. took another and another an
Ther. 'fore you knew it I'd downed one whole jug o' that shit and commenced to get hot flashes.

Goosepimples was runnin' up and down my body and a feelin' came over me like, somethin' I'd never experienced before, it's like, like I was in love,

(why don't we have a little love mike [utley])

In love for the first time, with anything that moved... animate, in-animate it didn't matter. it's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on and off in my brain sayin, jimmy buffett there
Reat day a comin'... 'cause I was drunk.

Now I wadn't, uh, knee-crawlin', slip-slidin', reggy-youngin', commode-huggin' drunk, I was god's own drunk, and a fearless man; and that's when I first saw the bear.

He was a kodiak lookin' fella 'bout 19 feet tall he rambled up over the hill 'spectin' me to do one of two things: flip or fly, I didn't do either one. it hung him up. he starts sniffin' 'round
Dy tryin' to smell fear, but he ain't gonna smell no fear, 'cause I'm god's own drunk and a fearless man. it hung him up. he looked me right in my eyes and my eyes was a lot redder than his was.
Ung him up.

So I approached him and I said, mr. bear, I love every hair on your 27 acre body. I know you got a lotta friends over there on the other side of the hill. there's ole' rear bear, tall bear
Ddy bear, kelly jair, relly bear, smelly the bear, smokey the bear, pokey the bear; I want you to go back over there tonight and tell 'em I'm feelin' right. you tell 'em I love each and every on
'em like a brother and a sister; but if they give me any trouble tonight, I'm gonna run every goddamned one of 'em off the hill.

He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think. neither did i, but, being charitable and cautious, well hell, I approached him again. I said, mr. bear, you know in the eyes of t
Rd, we're both beasts when it comes right down to it. so I want you to be my buddy, 'buddy bear.' so I took ole' buddy bear by his island sized paw and I led him over to the still. now he'
Sniffin' around that thing 'cause he's smellin' somethin' good. I gave him one of them jugs of honeydew vine water, he downed it upright, (looked like one of them damn bears in the circus sippin
Parilly in the moonlight.) I gave him another and another and another 'fore I knew it, he'd downed eight of 'em and commenced to do the bear dance. two sniffs, a snort, a fly, a turn
A grunt; and it was so simple like the jitterbug it plumb evaded me.

And we worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar and i's awful tired, went over to the hillside, and I laid down, went to sleep, slept for four hours, and dreamt me some tremulous dreams and whe
Oke up, oh, there was god's yellar moon a' shinin' on the clear cool evenin'. and god's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens, and my buddy the bear was a' missin'... yeah,
Want to know somethin' else friends and neighbors, so was that still.

-- spoken:
That's a take. wait, could uh.....you missed it?back to top
He Went to Paris
By: jimmy buffett
1973
He went to paris lookin' for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Savin' the world on his own

But the warm summer breezes
The french wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
The summers and winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away

Then he went to england, played the piano
And married an actress named kim
They had a fine life, she was a good wife
And bore him a young son named jim

And all of the answers and all of the questions
Locked in his attic one day
'cause he liked the quiet clean country livin'
And twenty more years slipped away

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry

While the tears were a-fallin' he was recallin'
Answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left england without a sound

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's
And drinks his green label each day
Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin'
But he don't care what most people say

Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile and he'll say
Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all the way

Coda:
And he went to paris lookin' for answers
To questions that bothered him soback to top
The Captain and the Kid
I never used to miss the chance to climb up on his knee
And listen to the many tales of life upon the sea
We'd go sailing back on Barkentines we'd talk of things he did
Tomorrow just a day away for the Captain and the kid

His world had gone from sailing ships to raking mom's backyard
He never could adjust to land although he tried so hard
We both were growing older then and wiser with the years
That's when I came to understand the course his heart still steers

He died about a month ago while winter filled the air
And though I cried I was so proud to love a man so rare
He's somewhere on the ocean now that's where he oughta be
With one hand on the starboard rail he's wavin' back at me

I never used to miss the chance to climb up on his knee
And listen to the many tales of life upon the sea
We'd go sailing back on Barkentines we'd talk of things he did
Tomorrow just a day away for the Captain and the kidback to top
Why Don't We Get Drunk (And Screw)
He went to Paris
Looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so

He was impressive
Young and aggressive
Savin’ the world on his own
But the warm summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put him ambition at bay
His summers and winters
Scattered like splinters
And four to five yeas slipped away

Then he went to England
Played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a fine life, she was a good wife
And bore him young son named Jim
And all of the answers, and all the questions
He locked in his attic one day
‘Cause he liked the quiet
Clean country livin’ and
Twenty more years slipped away

Well, the war took his baby
Bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered
His whole world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry
While the tears were falling and he was recalling
Answers he’d never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound

Now he lives in the islands
Fishes and pilin’s
And drinks his green label each day
Writing his memoirs
Losin’ his hearin’
But he don’t care what most people
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he’ll smile, and he’ll say,
“Jimmy, some of it’s magic, some of it’s tragic
But I had a good life all of the way.”

And he went to Paris
Lookin’ for answers to questions
That bothered him soback to top
A Pirate Looks at Forty
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.

Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.

Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.

I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.

I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.

[Instrumental]

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.

Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.back to top
Tampico Trauma
By: jimmy buffett
1977
I must look a mess I must admit
But I have been travelling quite a bit
South of the border
Where the law and order
Is kept by federales who just grin
And tell you they just want to be your friend

I left for tampico last july
I jumped off that boat I almost died
There to greet us
Were pretty senoritas
I swore that I would not go home then
All those lovely ladies were my friends
Whoa, those sweet chiquitas they don't pretend

-- spoken: como esta, capitain...

That is all I really want to say
I was thrown out of the country yesterday
See I was, drinkin' double
Causin' lots of trouble
When the man looked in the window of the bar and he grinned
And said, if you come back we just may not be your friend
I don't want to see you 'round here again
If you come back next time we may not... (hidy ho' boys!)back to top
Morris' Nightmare
Morris' nightmare
By: jimmy buffett
1978
-- spoken:
This is another new song we'd like to do for you now. it's a, tells the
Story of a lovely cruise ship couple. you know in november, the snowbirds
Start heading south down there, and you've seen them with the matching belt
And shoes, condo commandos, you know. so uh, hey that's good shit. I smell
It, alright, ooh. we better start this song before I get hungry. this is
Called 'morris' nightmare'.

Down in the islands where the happy folks stay
Everybody do what bwana jim say
He say it's ok, it's ok

You can do what you wanna
Do what you like
Twist a big ol' number
Ride a motorbike
It's alright, it's alright

Dance to the drum
Drink a lot of rum
Love till you come to a stop

Swing like a monkey in a coconut tree
Sing like the dolphins in the deep blue sea
Sing it's alright, it's alright

-- spoken:
How does fred neil do it? come on jay spell

You know people in the city got nowhere to go
They used to go to bars now they go to discos
No, no, no disco (uh-uh, no)

They never see the sun
They hardly see the moon
They barely see the ground 'til the snow melts in june
Uptight, it's out of sight

So they save a little money
Take a little trip
They only see the islands from a tacky cruise ship

Buy a little liquor
Buy some sea shells
Husband tries to sleep
Wife just yells
Morris, you can sleep when you get home

Down in the islands where the happy folks stay
Everybody do what biwana man say
He say it's ok, it's ok

It's alright, it's alright
Do what you wanna, do what you like

-- spoken:
Morris! oh for christ's sake morris, you can sleep when you get home. this
Is supposed to be a vacation you know. we come all the way down to miami. we
Could go someplace nice like seaworld. I would like to go see, tony orlando
Is playing in miami beach. we could do some nice things like that. but no,
What do we do, we have to go down to this goddamn swamp. this is a swamp
Morris. you call this an island? this is a resort? it's full of mosquitoes
And bugs and just is terrible morris. are you listening to me?

Bitch, bitch, bitch!back to top
Dixie Diner
Dixie diner
By: larry raspberry
1978
-- spoken:
Yeah, yeah, yeah. wooo. we're going to take you up that mississippi river
Now one time. yeah one time. up to an old favorite town of mine where i
Visit now and then just for one special reason, that's good eatin'. 'cause
I know a place on tillman st. between ****** and ***** that can't be beat.
Emma mae been cookin' there for forty-eight years and she ain't missed a
Lick yet baby. she's got hot sweet potatoes and cracklin' bread. ooh. and
Mulligan stew to turn jimmy buffett's head. woo, black-eyed peas and them
Good ol' collard greens, wooo. you know...
You know what...
What?
That nothin' could be finer than to sit down and eat'n at the dixie diner.

Alright miami give it up. rock and roll on a monday night.

Help this skinny boy out. we've got two more days.

Good rockin' tonight.

I hear you professor.

Thank you, thank you very much. God bless you. you're still the greatest.
We love ya.back to top
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