By jimmy buffett. 1980. For "the noop". Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling. The clever little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing. She loves to ride into town
away. Where I can truly reign supreme. Somewhere fresh and clean where a man can dream I'm king,. (King). King of somewhere hot. I'm king. (King). Like every man should be. I'm king. (King
can hide away. Where I can truly reign supreme. somewhere fresh and clean. Where a man can dream. . I'm king, king of somewhere hot. (Don'tcha know). I'm king like every man should be. I'm king
Six string music. By jimmy buffett, G. E. Smith. 1994. Turn off the T. V. Turn off the *. Kick off your high heels. Climb up in my lap. . Chorus. And I'll play music. A song from me
You can mistreat me here. But you can't when I go home. You can mistreat me here. But you can't when I go home. I've got a fine little girl there. Wanna make you leave me alone. . I gave you
When you fight with your lover. She takes you for a fool. She don't care how she hurts you. Long as she's doing what she choose That's wrong little mama. That's wrong little mama. That's wrong
little red head Freckle on the nose. The dance will be Just a good excuse. To turn my baby everyway but loose And shuffle on salt boogie on salt. If you don't have fun It's your own darn fault. Hey
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,. Let your heart be light. From now on,. Our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas,. Make the Yule-tide gay,. From now on
I've got a sweet little angel. I love the way she spread her wings. Yes got a sweet little angel. I love the way she spread her wings Yes when she spread her wings around me. I get joy in
Pencil thin mustache. By jimmy buffett. 1974. Now they make new movies in old black and white. With happy endings, where nobody fights. So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage. Honey
Bring on the kingsize charade. I can't seem to be foreign to your ways. You're my little fab one. You're the only one that smiles. It hurts to fight with lies that bend my mind. King! king! king
This is Jimmy's road. Where Jimmy liked to play. This is Jimmy's grass. Where Jimmy liked to lay around This is Jimmy's tree. Where Jimmy liked to climb. But Jimmy went to war. And something
Homemade music. By jimmy buffett, michael utley, russell kunkel. 1988. I ran into an old friend of mine in miami and I asked her where she had been all these years. she told me she had, died and
I may get weary. Women do get weary. Wearing the same shabby dress. But to one who's weary. Try a little tenderness She may be waiting. Just anticipating. All of the things. She may never
