Karaoké Cowboy in the Jungle Jimmy Buffett

There's a cowboy in the jungle and he looks so out of place

With his shrimp skin boots and his cheap Cheroots and his skin as white as paste

Headin' south to Paraguay where the gauchos sing and shout

Now he's stuck in Porto Bello since his money all ran out

So he hangs out with the sailors

Night and day they're raisin' hell

And his original destination's just another story that he loves to tell

With no plans for the future he still seems in control

From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide he just had to learn to roll

Roll with the punches

Play all of his hunches

Made the best of whatever came his way

What he lacked in ambition

He made up with intuition

Plowin' straight ahead come what may

Steel band in the distance and their music floats across the bay

While American women in mumus talk about all the things they did today

And their husbands quack about fishin' as they slug those rum drinks down

Discussin' who caught what and who sat on his butt but it's the only show in town

They're tryin' to drink all the punches

They all may lose their lunches

Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six days

Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition

Plowin' straight ahead come what may

But I don't want to live on that kind of island

No I don't want to swim in a roped off sea

It's too much for me

Too much for me

I've gotta be where the wind and the water are free

Alone on a midnight passage

I can count the fallin' stars

While the Southern Cross and the satellites they remind me of where we are

Spinnin' around in circles

Livin' it day to day

And still twenty four hours maybe sixty good years

It's really not that long a stay

We've gotta roll with the punches

Learn to play all of our hunches

Make the best of whatever comes your way

Forget that blind ambition and learn to trust your intuition

Plowin' straight ahead come what may

And there's a cowboy in the jungle