Karaoké Far Side of the World Jimmy Buffett

Ramadan is over the new moon's shown her face

I'm halfway round the planet in a most unlikely place

Following my song line past bamboo shacks and shops

Behind a jitney packed like sardines with bananas piled on top

Well I ran away from politics it's too bizarre at home

Away I flew tuned into Blue maybe Amsterdam or Rome

Awakened by a stewardess with Spain somewhere below

On the threshold of adventure

God I do love this job so

So while I make my move on the big board game

Down that Spanish highway some things remain the same

Girls meet boys and the boys tease girls

I'm heading out this morning for the far side of the world

Oh I believe in song lines obvious and not

I've ridden them like camels to some most peculiar spots

They run across the oceans through mountains and saloons

And tonight out to the dessert where I sit atop this dune

I was destined for this vantage point though it's so far from the sea

I've lived it in the pages of Saint-Exupery

From Paris to Tunisia

Casablanca to Dakar

I was riding long before I flew through the wind and sand and stars

Caravan ride that hump and Timbuktu's a jillion bumps

Sleeping bags and battle flags are coiled and furled

That's the way you travel to the far side of the world

A Sunset framed by lightening bolts burns a lasting memory

And a string of tiny twinkling lights adorn the sausage tree

While the embers from the log fire flicker fly and twirl

Then drift off toward the cosmos from the far side of the world

Now it's Christmas and my birthday and so to that extent

The Masai not the wise men are circling my tent

I teach them how to play guitar they show me how to dance

We have rum from the Caribbean and Burgundy from France

New Year's Eve in Zanzibar with Babu and his boys

High up on the rooftop wou can relish all the noise

They are dancing on the tables people bouncing like gazelles

Two O O one is ushered in with air raid horns and bells

Time to sing, time to dance living out my second chance

Cobras and sleeping bags are coiled and curled

That's the way it happens on the far side of the world

Back at home it's afternoon six thousand miles away

It will still be there when I get through attending this soiree

There are jobs and chores and questions and plates I need to twirl

But tonight I'll take my chances on the far side of the world

Yes that's the way it happens on the far side of the world