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I Heard I Was in Town I Heard I Was in Town I HEARD I WAS IN TOWN Jimmy Buffett & Michael Utley Came to see friends Walk old streets again Grab a bite and beer by the sea It caught my attention The old town has grown That's why I came alone But I've been treated well I raised all kinds of hell When a full tank was only a fin Ain't it quite funny how things turn around I heard I was in town I was a madman in a pickup truck So many years ago Changes have come like the storms of the season But time here still moves slow Passed the old joints My favorite haunts Where we'd stay for twelve or ten Ain't it quite funny word gets around I heard I was in town I was a madman in a pickup truck So many years ago Changes have come like the storms of the season But time here still moves slow Came to see friends Walk old streets again Maybe strike up a tune with the moon Don't it seem funny Word gets around I heard I was in town Somewhere over China Somewhere over China SOMEWHERE OVER CHINA Jimmy Buffett Just a semi normal person Thought he had the future planned Then he won some silly sweepstakes Now he had a hundred grand Never stopped to think of taxes He was gone before they knew With a flair for old romantics To the Orient he flew When they fueled in Papeete Place a call to Big Mamou With an honest explanation Just to tell the whole damn truth It's his one chance in a million Who'd deny the simple fact Twas no use to talk it over He'd be home when he got back Chorus Now he's somewhere over China Lookin' down on all the trails On the mountains lookin' back at him It's a real live fairy tale Put a little distance Between causes and effects Like a day old fortune cookie Askin' who or what comes next What the hell did Marco Polo think When he ran into the wall Or the crazy flying tigers Doin' spins and loops and stalls Just a taste for something different Perking up a boring day Now our man from Louisiana Feels exactly the same way They're all somewhere over China Shanghai or old Peking On a plane or a boat in an envelope Real adventure has it's ring Just to put a little distance Between fact and fantasy Still six thousand miles away from where I really want to be How I would love to drive the shuttle Just to feel the engines roar And to operate the levers That control the payload doors I could buzz the Himalayas Barrel roll above Hong Kong Set her down in San Francisco To the clanging of the gong We're all somewhere over China Headin' east of headin' west Takin' time to live a little Flying so far from the nest Just to put a little distance Between causes and effects Like an ancient fortune teller Knowin' who and what comes next When Salome Plays the Drum When Salome Plays the Drum WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUM Jimmy Buffett When Salome plays the drum The crowd goes deaf and dumb Swept up by dark sensations Partially the heat More so it's the beat She moves in syncopation Gazelle on the run Skirts slit past her thigh The boys let out a sigh The beat begins to quicken Crowd ascends the stairs Climbin' on the chairs The plot begins to thicken Phasers on stun CHORUS Take them to the carnival Let them hear the conga Tonight the tempo feels so right Tomorrow may be wronga INSTRUMENATAL Gendarme close her down Make her leave the town She caught the flight to Rio With nothin' to say Wavin' from the plane Pours pink champagne She toasts her loyal trio It was a lucrative stay Oh won't you take them to the carnival Let them hear the conga Tonight the tempo feels right Tomorrow may be wronga Oh won't your take them to the carnival Let them play for hours Tonight the weather feels so right Tomorrow may be showers Lip Service Lip Service LIP SERVICE Jimmy Buffett & Mike Utley Talk, talk, talk til your jowls turn blue But you never really tell me what you're gonna do You seem to keep it all locked up inside I can't help but start to thinkin' You've got something to hide Why the pain What's your game You're drivin' this boy insane Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do You bitchin' and your cryin' finally got to me So I thought I'd take you, baby, on a shopping spree You bought a space age watch and an antique hat Hell, now it's digital this and digital that What a pain Silly games Still drivin' your man insane Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do CHORUS Oh darlin', oh darlin' All I ever get is lip service from you Oh darlin' oh darlin' (I'm through) 'Cause all I ever get is lip service from you INSTRUMENTAL So listen to me baby 'gotta change your ways Or I'm off to Pascagoula ina few more days I'll leave you and your poodle and all the mess he makes Find some other fool to man your shovel and your take No more pain End of game If I Could Just Get It on Paper If I Could Just Get It on Paper IF I COULD JUST GET IT ON PAPER Jimmy Buffett If I could just get it on paper The things that have happened tonight But that seems to me to be the big key I'm havin' too good a time to ever turn Out the lights
