Karaoké Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season Jimmy Buffett

Squalls out on the gulf stream

Big storms comin' soon

I passed out in my hammock

God I slept 'till way past noon

Stood up and tried to focus

I hoped I wouldn't have to move far

I knew I could use a Bloody Mary so I stumbled next door to the bar

And now I must confess

I could use some rest

I can't run at this pace very long

Yes it's quite insane

I think it hurts my brain

But it cleans me out and then I can go on

There's somethin' about this Sunday

It's the most peculiar gray

Strollin' down the avenue that's known as A-One-A

I was feelin' tired then I got inspired and I knew that it wouldn't last long

So all alone

I walked back home

Sat on my beach and then I made up this song

And now I must confess

I could use some rest

I can't run at this pace very long

Yes it's quite insane

I think it hurts my brain

But then it cleans me out and then I can go on

Well the wind is blowin' harder now

Fifty knots of there abouts

There's white caps on the ocean and I'm watchin' for water spouts

It's time to close the shutters

It's time to go inside

In a week I'll be in gay Paris

Hell that's a mighty long airplane ride

And now I must confess

I could use some rest

I can't run at this pace very long

Yes it's quite insane

I think it hurts my brain

But it cleans me out and then I can go on

Yes it cleans me out and then I can go on