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By: Jimmy Buffett

1974

Whoa, 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



Chorus:

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

Whoa 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



Chorus:

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

Whoa 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



Chorus:

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



Coda:

Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control

And some Texas hidden here in my heart (yodelling...)

By: Jimmy Buffett

1974

Whoa, 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



Chorus:

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

Whoa 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



Chorus:

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

Whoa 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



Chorus:

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



Coda:

Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control

And some Texas hidden here in my heart (yodelling...)

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