Karaoké Migration Jimmy Buffett

Woah, lookin' back at my background

Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here

Some things are still a mystery to me while others are much too clear

I'm just livin' in the sunshine stay contented most of the time

Yeah listenin' to Murphy

Walker, and Willis sing me their Texas rhymes

Most of the people who retire in Florida are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch

And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys

I hate those bastards so much

I wish a summer squall would blow them all the way up to fantasy land

Yeah, they're ugly and square they don't belong here

They looked a lot better as beer cans

Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me why some people live like they do

So many nice things happenin' out there

They never even seen the clues

Woah, but we're doin' fine we can travel and rhyme

I know we been doin' our part

Got a Caribbean soul

I can barely control and some Texas hidden here in my heart

Well now I might have joined the Merchant Marine if I hadn't learned how to sing

And on top of all that I got married too early cost me much more than a ring

But now those crazy days are over just gotta learn from the wrong things you done

I came off the rebound started lookin' around

Figured out it's time to have a little fun

Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me why some people live like they do

So many nice things happenin' out there

They never even seen the clues

Woah, but we're doin' fine we can travel and rhyme

I know we been doin' our part

Got a Caribbean soul

I can barely control and some Texas hidden here in my heart

Well, now if I ever live to be an old man

I'm gonna sail down to Martinique

I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit and an African parakeet

And then I'll sit him on my shoulder and open up my trusty old mind

I gonna teach him how to cuss teach him how to fuss and pull the cork out of a bottle of wine

Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me why some people live like they do

So many nice things happenin' out there

They never even seen the clues

Yeah, but we're doin' fine we can travel and rhyme

I know we been doin' our part

Got a Caribbean soul

I can barely control and some Texas hidden here in my heart

Yeah, got a Caribbean soul

I can barely control and some Texas hidden here in my heart

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