1.You'll Never Work in Dis Bidness Again
Written：Buffett／Utley／V.Melamed／Leo／W.Weeks／M.Betton
(For all of those who have dared to try, made it and lived to
tell about it.)
'What is going on in here？ What are these...what are these
microphones？ And look at these transmitters. Marion, what are
you doing？ I hired you as the janitor of this building.'
'Sanitary Engineer. And the name be Zion.'
'Zion schmion. I'm pulling the plug on this whole cacaka affair.
And with God as my witness...You'll never work in dis bidness
again!'
'I think I came to the right place, yeah.'
'He told it to the monkeys and they didn't talk back. He told
the old iguana, and he didn't attack.'
They told me before I started
This never ever would work out
Stay in school, don't be a fool
But I had to see what life was about
So I went to Biloxi seekin' fortune and fame
I got hired, I got fired, I got called dirty names
You'll never (never), never (never)
Work in dis bidness again
You will never (never), never (never)
Work in dis bidness again
I knew I needed representation
I found it one night in a bar
He was a bondsman and a part-time agent
He said that he could make me a star
He said, You don't have to be that good
To make it out in Hollywood
You just have to change and complain
Or you'll never (never), never (never)
Work in dis bidness again
No you'll never (never), never (never)
Work in dis bidness again
I parked cars at the Rainbow
I sold maps of the stars
I had my nose broke in Spago's
When I puked on the bar
All he's played's a double barmitzvah
(Bubba played a double barmitzvah!)
It's a jungle out there (we love it)
I don't care
I'm going back to my parrothead friends
I will never (never), never (never)
Work in dis bidness again
I will never (never), never (never)
Work in dis bidness again
No you'll never (never), never (never)
Work in this bidness again
Again
'Thank you very much. Well as if you didn't know by now, we are
recording this for a live album. So this is a brand new song
written by my good friend Mr. Mac McAnally. This is called In
The City...hope you enjoy.'
2.The City
Ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
As a child on the farm
I was warned of the wiles of the city
Of that demon disguise
There's the dirt in the skies of the city
Well they say the proximity warps their minds
'Til they're shooting one another just pass the time
And we live it appears
Both in spite and in fear of the city
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh
I was constantly told
How our lives were controlled by the city
How they keep us in debt
With the trends that they set it's a pity
Now the beautiful people in the magazines
Got the normal ones living beyond their means
And the things that they said
Made me go in my head to the city
Oooohhh
Ahhhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
When I finally came
There's some things still the same in the city
You still lie under the thumb
Of the rich and the young and the pretty
Well they weren't much different than we might act
If there was that many others that closely packed
It's an ancient idea
But it struck me so clear in the city
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh
Ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
'I'd like to do a song that was written about a good friend of
mine down in Key West, Florida, where I spend a little bit of
time. This particular friend of mine ran a bar in Key West for a
long time before we got fed up with all the other alternatives
to politicians and elected our favorite bartender mayor. Our
mayor's name is Captain Tony Tarascino, has a little place
called Captain Tony's Saloon where we wrote a little song called
Last Mango in Paris, not to be confused with that movie by a
similar title.'
3.Last Mango in Paris
Written：J.Buffett／Marshall Chapman／W.Jennings／M.Utley
I went down to Captain Tony's
To get out of the heat
I heard a voice call out to me
Son come have a seat
I had to search my memories
As I looked into those eyes
Our lives change like the weather
But a legend never dies
Chorus：
He said I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
I took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy there's still so much to be done
I had a third world girl in Buzios
With a pistol in each hand
She always kept me covered
As we moved from land to land
I had a damn good run on Wall Street
With my high fashion model wife
Woke up dry beneath the African sky
Just me and my Swiss Army knife
Chorus：
I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
I took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy there's still so much to be done
We shot the breeze for hours
As the sun fell from the sky
And like the sun he disappeared
Before my very eyes
It was somewhere past dark-thirty
As we went back to the head
I read upon the dingy wall
The words the old man said
He said I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
I took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy there's still so much to be done
I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
I took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy there's still so much to be done
That's why we wander and follow La Vie Dansante
'De ja vu, to you. Yes I have been here before. We'll do this
song for all of you people who've been here before for all these
years. That's what makes it all happen. I have never ever won an
award for any music that I've written, but I don't really care
when I have fans like parrotheads. Reward enough.'
4.Come Monday
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
'So this is a song for all of you who've been with us for all of
the years we've been doing this. And we'll also do it for all
you people that weren't alive when this song was a hit. It's
called Come Monday.'
Headin' up to San Francisco
For the Labor Day week-end show
I've got my hush-puppies on
I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll
Honey I didn't know
That I'd be missin' you so
Chorus：
But, come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
Yes, it's been quite a summer
Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains
And now you're off on vacation
Some things are hard to explain
Yeah since I love you so
That's the reason we just had to go
But, come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
I can't help it honey
You're that much a part of me now
Remember that night in Montana
When we said there'd be no room for doubt
I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry
I know it's pretty out there
Yeah we can go hikin' on Tuesday
With you I could walk anywhere
California has worn me quite thin
It's so nice to be in Georgia again
And, come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
And I just want you back by my side, oooh
5.Today's Message
'Oh yes. Welcome, welcome all. In the middle of this parrothead
madness this evening we thought it would be appropriate to take
a few minutes of your time to reflect on a little spiritual,
spiritual healing. Heal'em up sister. We have such a choir with
us this evening. We can't wait to hear all of you sing with us.
That's why we're here. We heard you all on a couple of songs
already. The only thing is, it's not nice to beat Jimmy to the
words of his own song.'
'Yes, we white people been working on rhythm for a while but
we've got a long way to go. So when we get to this next song
we'd like for you to sing. I know that some of you may be a
little hesitant here. The climate that's going around these days
because some pea-brained people think that some of my songs are
obscene and nasty. We know better don't we？
But I just feel sorry for the ones that don't. It's just that
the times have moved so far ahead of 'em they're back in the
pea-brained past.'
'Time has moved so fast, I will give you a couple of examples.
Today, a pair of tennis shoes costs more than a lot of your
first automobiles did. I had a hundred dollar pick-up truck back
in those days. I know. Can I get an AMEN for a hundred dollar
pick-up truck？'
'Today there are two Madonnas. Our Lady of Fatima over here, and
that woman from Michigan runnin' around Italy with Warren Beatty
over here. Looks like Helen of Troy. Sue me baby sue me, yeah.'
'And uh, we don't want you to think of this song in those terms
because this song that we're about to get you to help us with is
not a nasty, obscene song. It is a love song, from a slightly
different point of view, that's all. And before we sing it we
just want to bring you a little message of peace, prosperity,
and hope in such a trouble world today. But Reverened Jim has a
few things he thinks could work to solve our world problems and
our world tensions.'
'First of all, we send all the presidents of the savings and
loans associations over to run the country of Iraq. That would
solve two problems right there. And world peace, I've got an
answer for world peace. We take the money that it'd cost us to
build just one B-1 bomber, that one that doesn't work. We change
it into five dollar bills. We put all of this money into bags
and we fly over the Atlantic Ocean, past Europe because they're
getting their shit togehter anyway. We drop this money on the
Russian people. All those little tiny pictures of Abraham
Lincoln come tumblin' down out of the sky. I want them to feel
those sawbucks in their hands. You know how your money feels
when you accidently leave it in your blue jeans and you take it
out and it's all warm and soft, oooh! Well we let those Russian
people hang on to that money for about a week and then we fly
back over there. We fill our airplanes full of mail order
catalogs from L.L. Bean. From up in Columbus, Sporty's Pilot
Shop. And Victoria's Secret! The Russian people have this money
in their hand, the catalogs come down. They look at those
pictures on the opening pages of the Victoria's Secret catalog,
not back in the outdoors section, you know what I'm talking
about right？ They got the money, they got the catalogs, they're
going to get the idea. They send all the money back to us to buy
the stuff. We have full employment. There's world peace, and the
Russians have crotch-less underwear through the twenty-first
century! Thank you!'
'So I hope you have no hesitation about joining us in this song.
As I said, it is just a love song, from a different point of
view.'
6.A Love Song(From A Different Point Of View)
'Okay'
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But yer face don't look too clear
Bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew
'Alright let's here it'
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
'You're on the record!'
Chorus：
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed, it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw.
'I can't wait for 'em to put that label on my live album. You're
sounding absolutely wonderful out there, but we have invited the
all girls choir from Lima, Ohio down here and we can't here them
too well now. We'd like all of you gentlemen out in the audience
to just sorta take a break, sit back and let's let these
beautiful women of the Nineties tell us how they feel about it.
Ladies are you ready？ On the count of four. One, two, three,
four.'
Chorus：
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
'Whoo yeah!'
I just bought a waterbed it's filled up with Elmer's glue.'
They say you are a snuff queen
Let's see what all you macho men can do
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
'Oh yeah.'
Why don't we get drunk and screw
'I think we better work this out amongst ourselves.'
Why don't we get drunk and screw, oooh yeah
7.One Particular Harbour
Written：Jimmy Buffett／Bobby Holcomb
'We're going to that one particular harbour. Take our Caribbean
roots with us, huh？ You certainly look dressed for the
occasion.'
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
Ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
Oh I got too much stuff
I can't explain the likes of me
Chorus：
But there's this one particular harbor
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
Finally disappear
But then I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we've had
I seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Lakes below the mountain
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
Oh how they permeate through me
But there's this one particular harbor
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
A most mysterious calling harbor
So far but yet so near
Where I see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
(Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
(Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie)
(Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
(Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie)
8.Honey Do
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett／Mike Utley
Music：Jimmy Buffett／Mike Utley
You never try to keep the wild ones home
So mister don't just sit there and wait
Go out on the town makin' all of your rounds
It don't matter if you're your own date
(Aah, aah, ah, ah ah ah)
(Aah, aah, ah, ah ah ah)
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach 'til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's
When I'm speakin' Southernese
Honey do, honey come and do me again
Do, do, ba do bie do bie
I've seen that fat cat style
Three hundred pounds of jive ass smile
Young girls gigglin' all the while
That's not my cup of chowder
I go for candlelight
Cold champagne every Friday night
Honey do, a little toast to me and you
Honey (honey) why couldn't you have taken the non-stop train
I'm hungry (hungry) and I really want to see you again
I know it's gettin' late
Waiter keeps starin' at your empty plate
Maitre'd keeps tellin' me
'Sir, she's just not coming'
Ba do bie do bie
Now what the hell does Utley know
We've been through all this befo'
Honey do, little toast to me and you
Honey (honey) why couldn't you have taken the non-stop train
I'm hungry (hungry) and I really want to see you again
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach 'til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's
When I'm speakin' Southernese
Honey do, honey come and do me again (one more time)
Yeah honey do, honey come and do me again
Oh oh oh oh
Honey do, honey come and do me again
Do do do do do do do ahhhhhhhhh
'Honey do, yeah. Honey do declare I'm gettin' a little bit
hungry like that song said. How many people want a cheeseburger
out there？ Let's server them up right now, they're here.'
9.Cheeseburger in Paradise
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Tried to amend my carnivorous habit
Made it nearly seventy days
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays
Night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat
Not Havanas or bananas or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed
Chorus：
Cheeseburger is paradise (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
Not too particular not too precise (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
Heard about the old time Taylor man
He eat the same thing again and again
Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead
Reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn
Times 've changed for sailors these days
When I'm in port I get what I need
Not Havanas or bananas or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed.
Chorus：
Cheeseburger is paradise (paradise)
Medium rare with mustard 'be nice (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 , French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well good God Almighty which way do I steer
Chorus：
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice (paradise)
To get a cheeseburger in paradise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
To be a cheeseburger in paradise
10.Pirate Looks at Forty
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
'This is a song, I guess I wrote this for an old friend of mine
a few years back who could just not seem to find his occupation
in the twentieth century. So he just chose to live in a fantasy
world. And then I looked at him I went, Well what the hell's
wrong with that？ So if this song has been able to ease your pain
ever so slightly, I'm glad I wrote it 'cause that's what it's
for. It's called Pirate Looks at Forty.'
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've seen it all
Watched the men who rode you switch from sail to steam
In your belly you can hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dreams, most of 'em dreams
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late
But I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
Made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
Passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I've got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
I'm down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends
'Nice to see all of our friends every year. Thank you
friends.'
Now I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
And I still could manage a smile
Sure takes a while, just takes a while
Mother, mother ocean, after all my years I've found
Occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
Feel like I've drowned, but I won't wear a frown
Feel like I've drowned, I'm gonna go check out
Peachtree Street somewhere downtown
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