1.Intro(The Legend Of Norman Papermankinja)
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Jimmy Buffett explores new creative ground here, putting the
two-hundred year history of Amerigo, a fictitious Caribbean
island, into a Calypso number, and framing it into another song,
The Legend of Norman Paperman, the theme of the show. The
principal singer is the Governor of the island, and the key
characters of the show sing verses about the history.
Narrator
Kinja was the name of the island when it was British. The actual
name was King George The Third Island, but the islanders
shortened that to Kinja. Now the name in the maps and the
guidebooks is Amerigo, but everybody who still lives there still
calls it Kinja. The United States acquired the island peaceably
in 1940 as part of the shuffling of old destroyers and Caribbean
real estate that went on between Mr. Roosevelt and Mr.
Churchill. The details of the transaction were and are vague to
the inhabitants. The West Indian is not exactly hostile to
change, but he's not much inclined to believe in it. Meantime in
a fashion Amerigo is getting Americanized. The inflow of cash is
making everyone more prosperous. Most Kinjans go along cheerily
with this explosion of American energy in the Caribbean. To them
it seems like a new harmless and apparently endless Carnival.
Sanders
Have you ever dreamed of escaping from your dull existence to a
new life on a tropical island？ Our story is about a man who did
it - a real person, whose true adventure has become a legend
here in the Caribbean. Welcome one and all to THE LEGEND OF
NORMAN PAPERMAN.
Ensemble
Dis is the legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from the islands we'll share
Chasin illusions can get quite confusin'
Is it a dream or a nightmare
Women
Dis is the legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from the islands we'll tell
Men
Chasin illusions can get quite confusin'
Cause heaven can turn into hell.
Kinja's the name of the island
It's been Kinja for over two hundred years
But remember paradise
Doesn't come without a price
Let me make that abundantly clear
Kinja, our beautiful island
In a windward archipeligo
We've been English, French and Dutch
Never seemed to matter much
Now we're officially Amerigo
Ensemble
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Sheila, chef at the Gull Reef Club)
Sheila
Our ancestors came in the slave ships
To work for the privileged few
Who wore Paris fashions
and lived in pink mansions
While we huddled in shacks of bamboo
Den da sugar beet bring us our freedom
With the help of our God we got through
Insurrection, beheadin's, funerals and weddin's
Hurricanes and a World War or Two
Chorus
Hurricanes and a World War or Two
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Gilbert, gondolier of the Gull Reef Club)
Gilbert
Mr. Churchill had to get some destroyers
To put old hitler six feet below
FDR he pulled a nifty
Got our island for just fifty
And do limeys dey pack up and go
We dance through the streets in celebration
Da fireworks dey light up da sky
We got hotdogs and highways
Got Fords and Chevrolets
Not to mention the Forth of July
Ensemble
Not to mention the Forth of July
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
We're Kinja
Still Kinja
Our Kinja
Sanders
(Senator Pullman, the island's big enchilada)
Senator Pullman
Now the Yankees, they come wid der dollars
It's a beehive of activity
Sell dem crawfish and rum
Keep dem dizzy and numb
Oh we're liken' this prosperity
We got new holidays for celebration
We got new laws, but no one complies
We got crawfish and mangos
Calypso and tangos
Ahhh, but we short on our watah supply
Ensemble
Mighty short on our watah supply
We got the Carnival
We love the Carnival
The Kinja Carnival
Carnival
We got the Carnival
Don't Stop The Carnival
We love the Carnival
And our story begins
Dis is da legend of Norman Papuhman
Tale from de tropics we'll tell
Chasin illusions can get quite confusin'
Cause heaven can turn into hell!
The legend of - NORMAN PAPERMAN
2.Public Relations
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
I was bowled over when I first played the tape of this song,
whitch Jimmy sent me very early in our work. Who on earth, I
thought, could write such a song with such a title, and how
could he make it come out so melodious and amusing？ The hero of
the novel, Norman Paperman, is indeed a Broadway press agent,
and Public Relations is what he is escaping from after a nasty
heart attack, to start life over on a tropical paradise. That is
a dream that many peaple have, and Don't Stop the Carnival tells
the funny and sad tell of Norman's awakening.
Spoken：
I was born on an island
The island of Manhatten
Dreamt all my life of a career on the
Great White way
Producer Norman Paperman
Director Norman Paperman
And I made it!
In sort of an off the wall way I found my
Calling-Listen
Singing：
Up every morning, out every evening
Hustling for headlines, that's what I do
Table at Sardi's, grappling for gossip
Working the press for a mention or two
Right form the start I was hot as a cookie
I was a numero uno
What a debut
Chorus：
Public Relations, Public Relations
Boozing and schmoozing, that's what I do
PR's my vocation
And I'm a sensation
Public relations
Such hullabaloo
But I went full throttle
Never could slow down
Then out of nowhere a mild heart attack
Middle age crisis
Face the big questions
Had to get off of this foolish fast track
It all started out
As an add in the paper
Now it's turned into
A tropical caper
But it's only public relations
And thats what I do
Chorus：
Public Relations, Public Relations
Ego inflation, that's what I do
Isn't it wonderful, isn't it fabulou
Public Relations, such hullabaloo
Iris：
Give this some thought Norman
Things can get sticky
Here in the tropics
Wine turns to glue
Norman：
I've never seen such a beauitful ocean
Iris：
Holy sweet Jeues, he's got no clue
Norman：
I'll buy this place
I am expatriating
Iris：
You as a landlord
Sounds intoxicating
Both：
It's only Public Relations
Who's screwing who
Chorus：
No, not that old PR
Of the yacking and quacking
Making folks happy
That's what I'll do
Sun shine and sea air
Palm trees, martinis
That's what I yearn for--like you, you, and you
Just give me some time
And I'll make it come true!
3.Calaloo
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Notes：Nothing in my novel suggests this song except the island
ambience. Jimmy came up with it only after we had finshed the
first draft of the musical, and it is quintessential Buffett,
quirky imagery and a lot of truth, in a rousing song of the
kitchen help. The hotel Norman Paperman takes over is called the
Gull Reef Club and the cook, Sheila, who sings Calaloo, is the
true soul of the place, and of the Caribbean.
Chorus：
Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
Mysterious curious roux
Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo
Sooner or later we're all in the stew
From here in my kitchen
I watch the whole seen
Life on dis island 's
A unique cuisine
It simmers and bubbles
And looks quite routine
Till somebody spill all da beans
Chorus：
Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
Mysterious curious roux
Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo
Sooner or later we're all in the stew
Night after night
On dat terrace out der
Plays a melodrama
Could equal Shakesphere
Dey may tell theirself
Dat somehow dey are not
Best take it from me,
We're all in the same pot
Chorus：
Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
Mysterious curious roux
Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo
Sooner or later we're all in the stew
Bridge：
Hey Hey Sheila, Hey Hey Sheila
Hey Hey Sheila, what's in dat calaloo
Hey Sheila tell us, Hey Sheila tell us
Hey Hey Sheila, What's in that calaloo
We got Crab and pig tell
Squid ink and fish scale
Okra and dasheen leaves
Chitchat and chatter
Fill up the platter
With a garnish of pure make believe
Chorus：
Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
Mysterious and curious roux
Though some might think somehow they are not
Make no mistake we're all in the same pot
Take it from me this is no Camelot.
4.Island Fever
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Island Fever
I think I've got a touch of island fever
I do believe I feel a bit sauteed
This morning I was just some nonbeliever
Tonight I feel I've joing a wild crusade
I never thought of life as being breezy
I never thought of time as time to play
I never thought that I could take it easy
But all those feelings changed for me today
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Are finding their way to my brain
Layers and layers of costumes and players
That make my whole life look insane
Palm trees and views I can't believe
Why would I ever want to leave？
I think I'll take my shoes off and go walking
Down beside the Caribbean Sea.
I like the funny sounds of parrots squawking
I think I hear a hammock calling me.
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Could this be some kind of charade？
Layers and layers of costumes and players
I think I will join the parade
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Could this be some kind of charade？
Layers and layers of costumes and players
I think I will join the parade
I think I've got a touch of island fever...
5.Sheila Says
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
It took me a while to get used to the slow smoky style of this
number. Iris Tramm's first song. It's now one of my favorites.
Iris has a dog, a German shepherd named Meadows, who is an
important character in the story. She sings to him about her
disillusionment with men, hence the refrain ' That's why I live
with my dog.' The song hints that nevertheless falling for
Norman Paperman. At Coconut Grove Iris sang to an amazingly
lifelike puppet dog, whitch all but upstaged her, and won the
audience affection all though the evening.
Shelia says the heart is just a muscle
Shelia says the heart is cooled by time
Hiding out for years down in these trade winds
In the land of coconuts and limes
Chorus：
I've played this game for too long
My life's just one same old song
Now marooned for a time on this island
I go into and out of the fog
And that's why I live with my dog
Instrumental Bridge
Men oh, men oh, oh men I've known to many
Deceivers cloaked in clumsy vanity
What men lack in love and understanding
They make up in stupidity
Chorus：
But now and then one comes along
And lights up my world like a song
I am tempted to unleash my interest
Yet I put it to you man's best friend＼
There's just one sad old way it can end
Bridge：
We have our faults
But men have only two
All that they say
All that they do
You're a joy and a friend and a guardian
Never bored with my sad monologue
You're better off with a dog
Sheila says the heart's just a muscle
Sheila says the heart's just a muscle
6.Just An Old Truth Teller
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Lester Atlas, a crude, very rich corporate raider, traps Norman
in the Caribbean dream by offering to buy the hotel for him, and
then welshing on the deal when Norman can no long back out. He
is a despicable but somehow lovable rogue, who in his own mind
is a magnanimous, misunderstood benefactor of humanity. What
other people call corporate raiding, he explains, telling the
truth in business matters. Why Jimmy decided to give him a song
with a tango rhythm and a klezmer trill I don't know, but it
works.
I'm just an old truth teller
I'm your candid friend
I'm not some daydream seller
I do not pretend
I've a sense of survival
And screwing my rivals
That's labeled me crossed and uncouth
But I can't help it I just tell the truth
He can't help it, he just tells the truth
I'm just an old truth teller
Brutally direct
I see it eye for eye
I'm rarely incorrect
Why call me a sharp trader
A corporate raider
I'm a role model for today's youth
It's so simple, I just tell the truth
He can't help it, he just tells the truth
Bridge：
Why was I born to be right all the time
In deal after deal after deal
Foiling those sharks that are circling my penthouse
Hoping to make a meal
No good deed goes unpunished
Nothing goes as planed
My ingrate family left me
I don't understand
Where's your wife？
In Alaska
Any sons？
In Nebraska
And my daughter milks cows in Duluth
I can't help it, I just tell the truth
Ohh he can't help it, he just sells it
he can't help, he just tells it
I can't help, I just tell the truth
7.Henny's Song： The Key To My Man
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Notes：Henny is Norman's wife of many years. She knows that his
move to the Caribbean is a midddleaged fantasy, fraught with
potential disaster, but she means to stand by him. Though she to
is snared by the island's charm, she's smart enough too know
it's an illusion. She's not quite smart enough to perceive that
Iris Tramm is a threat to their marrage. Henny sings this song
at the Kinja airport, as she is returning to New York to close
up their apartment. Off and on Jimmy and I talked about having a
'Married Love Song' for Henny. During rehearsal Jimmy wrote this
lovely song almost overnight.
I find myself between two worlds
Bewildered all to hell
Up north I have my mid-town life
Down here my new hotel
What kind of a dream is this
Ion't know where I will land
It's a Caribbean fairy tale
The snow has turned to sand
Chorus：
But he's happy
I understand
And thats the key
To my man
Bridge：
I'd like to have a clearer view
And listen to my hunches
Without the rum-lined Kinjan fog
Of a thousand planter's Punches
Iguess I'll have to let it go
And simply tag along
Just let myself get all caught up
Forget what's right or wrong
What kind of dream is this
That's causing me this strife
My husband's chasing windmills
And I'm still the nervous wife
Chorus：
Cause he's happy
And he's my man
What good's this key in my hand
Oh he's happy
I understand
And that's the key
To my man
8.Kinja Rules
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Lorna
Mista Paper, Senator Pullman he just call.
He ask how come ya don need no watah
Norman
Don't need water!
Lorna
Well, you let the barge go by
He comin' to talk to you
Norman
Who is Senator Pullman anyway？
Why do I have to signal the barge？
Iris
Welcome to the Caribbean, put on a shirt at least.
The big enchilada is on his way
Senator Pullman
Mr. Norman Paperman, I presume？
Joinin' us in Kinja for de tourist boom？
Norman
Norman Paperman at your service.
Meeting the kingpin, I'm slightly nervous
Pullman
Mr. Paperman, I here to be your friend
But there's just certain rules here we can not bend
Paperman How about the water？ My cistern's flat.
Pullman
Why sure, I come to take care of dat
Chorus
BUT You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
We use a different box of tools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Pullman
Now dis alien ain't bonded for no gondolier
He's bonded for GARDENER-dat why he here
De Chief of Immigration a power in dis town
Chief find out-your hotel close down
Paperman
Hereafter gardening's all he'll do I didn't know, I swear to you
Pullman
Doan' hoross yourself, it's okay mister
De Chief of Immigration-she's my sister
Chorus
BUT You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about that civics course you learned in school
We ain't city folks, but we ain't fools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Pullman
Stop!
Paperman
How about my water？
Pullman
Hold you hosses I come to dat
Look at da chambermaid, she mighty fat
And if dat alien have her baby here
Dat baby an AMERICAN, free and clear
De Secretary of Interior, he gonna rave
And dat baby on your record
From da cradle to da grave
Your responsibility-I doan mean maybe
Da bottom line sir, dat YOUR BABY
Chorus
You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
We use a simple box of tools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Paperman
I'll send her away-but this club's bone dry
Pullman
No problem, lots of watah you can buy
Paperman
Buy water, Senator？
That's your advice？
Pullman
Chief of Public Works give you a special price
Paperman
Chief of public works
Who's he-your brother？
Pullman
Ha ha, not bad she's Lorna's mother
Chorus
SO You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
We use a different box of tools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules
Paperman
Senator, I thank you.
Now one thing's clear
I've got to hire a Kinjan gondolier
Pullman
Now dat a problem-
Paperman
What's the reason
Pullman
No unemployment-it's high season
Can't hire no Kinjan to wear dis hat
Paperman
And I can't use an alien？
Pullman
Don't ask dat
Paperman
You've been a great help, sir-you've got my vote
Just tell me-who's going to row that boat？
Pullman
YOU gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
Just take it easy, play it cool
But be sure to
Paperman joins Pullman
Play by Kinja rules
Extra Chorus
You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about that civics course you learned in school
God watches out for drunks and fools
But forget the Ten Commandments here
Kinja rules
Kinja rules
Kinja rules
Kinja rules
Pullman
Norman Paperman, I feel you soon adjust to Kinja, hahaha
9.A Thousand Steps to Nowhere
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Iris
A thousand steps
Paperman
Obviously
Iris
The Jewish cemetery
Paperman
It may come in handy
Iris
Let me get him. Your heart
Paperman
Stay here
A thousand steps to nowhere
That is all I see
This night is asking questions
Where and what for me
A thousand miles from Henny
Who warned me from the start
I feel foolhardy, I miss Sardi's
Thought I was so smart
Chorus
Down is up, up is down
That's just life in Kinja town
The natives and the castaways
That's just life for me these days
Henny
I've had it with this weather
My skin is pale as bleach
I'm heading back to Kinja
And stretch out on the beach
My past is in these boxes
All clean and neatly packed
No time for sorrow, I leave tomorrow
There's no turning back
No turning back, I'm island bound
I want to turn from white to brown
Sing and dance to calypso songs
Trade in this mink for a pink sarong
Iris
I really do admire him
And what he's taking on
This island and these crazies
But I fear he'll soon be gone
Can't let myself fall for him
A terrible mistake
He's got Henny, I'm one too many
This time my heart could break
Chorus
A thousand steps to nowhere
That is all I see
Paperman
My heart is pounding madly
Iris
Mine too, won't let me be
A thousand reasons not to
Paperman
Strange but oh so true
I'm behaving
Iris
You're not past saving
A thing we both should do
Henny
Cause he's happy
Duet
Down is up, up is down
Henny
I understand
Duet
That's just life in Kinja town
Henny
Cause he's my man
Duet
The natives and the castaways
That's just life for us these days
Henny
Cause he's happy
Duet
Down is up, up is down
Henny
I understand
Duet
That's just life in Kinja town
Henny
Cause he's my man
Duet
The natives and the castaways
Ensemble
That's just life for us these days
That's just life for us these days
Paperman
Gilbert come and prime the pump
10.It's All About The Water
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Sheila
Watah in de kitchen!
Church
Water in the bar!
Ensemble
It's all about da water, don't you know
Kinja needs da water, da H2O
It's all about da water, it ain't no lie
Widout de water we shrivel up and die
Sheila
De main cistern go down to zero
De new bossman, he be a hero
Solve de problem, so give a cheer-o
He turn on de water!
Ensemble
H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0
Iris
I had my doubts about this New Yorker
Thought he'd just be a big talker
But as a bossman, he's a corker
He turned on the water
Ensemble
H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0
Paperman
I'm new to Kinja, I admit
But nothing here's gonna make me quit
This island don't scare me a bit
I turned on the water!
Ensemble
It's all about da water, don't you know
All about da water, da H2O
All about da water, it ain't no lie
Widout da water we shrivel up and die!
Ensemble
H2 H2 0 H2 H2 0
11.Champagne sin, agua no
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Folks, Gull Reef regrets the water shortage.
Wild night out there!
Water in the sea, water from the sky, no water in the Club,
but while the pump gets repaired, let's live!
If the water can't flow, the wine can!
Champagne party in the lobby!
Champagne sin, agua no
Let it rain, let it blow
To hell with the H2O
Champagne sin, agua no
The Gull Reef Club's not too ship shape
Time for a party time for a break
Tonight all our troubles will soon disappear
Cause champagne is cheaper than water down here
Champagne sin, agua no
Champagne sin, agua no
A toast to the French who gave us these bubbles
A toast to your host who stands in this rubble
Running this hotel is no piece of cake
So cut me some slack people give me a break
Champagne sin, agua no
Champagne sin,agua no
A toast to Columbus, Arawaks and Caribs
To pirates and patriots, rascals and thieves,
the limbo, the cha cha and what we love most
A free champagne party put on by our host
Champagne sin, agua no
Champagne sin, agua no
12.Public Relations(Reprise)
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Sanders
Mr Paperman, go home. Listen to me. Pretend you had a nightmare,
and woke up. This island is a hoodoo, there's death in it, and
this is just the beginning. Give it up. Whatever you've
invested, forget it and go back to New York. Go home.
Norman
I felt the ground shake
I'm out of water
Critical picture
But things ain't that bad
We could be living
In Communist China
Wearing pajamas
And shouting comrade
I'll fix the Gull Reef
It will be my salvation
We're only talking
A few renovations
Goodbye to public relations
It ain't what I do
Goodbye forever to public relations
Public relations no longer my fate
This is my life and this is my island
Starting life over is never to (sic) late
Get Hippolyte!
13.The Handiest Frenchmen In The Caribbean
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
The Gull Reef Club's former handyman, Hippolyte Lamartine, could
fix everything and keep the place running no matter what. Sheila
knows Hippolyte, and she gets him to come back and take over.
Hippolyte is solving all problems and things are looking up, so
Norman sings this jolly song about his wonderful handyman. Then
it turns out that Hippolyte is a homicidal maniac, which creates
difficulties.
Ensemble
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Handiest Frenchman in the Caribbean
Got the Gull Reef Club sparkling and clean
Bravo bon travou Mr. Martine
Who patch the hole in the cistern wall
Hippolyte
Who solved my problems one and all
Hippolyte
A genie in a bottle twenty feet tall
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
How come mine host is sitting pretty
A cistern full of water and shekels in the kitty
A million miles away from nasty New York City
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Get back to work
Or he'll chop you like sardines
Merci Hippolyte
Lamartine
14.Hippolyte's Habitat(Qui Moun' Qui)
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Swing my cutlass at the tall grass
And anything that gets in my way
That's my job here, let's be quite clear
Working is how I spend my day
Scary？ Verrry I can instill some fear
Owners don't know this is my show
I've seen them all disappear
Chorus
Who's the boss man？
Surely ain't dat Paperman
I'm the only boss around
Who's the boss man？
Surely ain't dat white man
I'm de only boss in town
Creole
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Chorus
Who's the boss man？
Surely ain't dat Paperman
He be an annoying little gnat
Who's the boss man？
Surely ain't dat white man
Dis is Hippolyte's habitat
Creole
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Now you've met me, don't forget me
Hippolyte the French handyman
But my work waits, please the ingrates
They're all a part of my plan
Chorus
Who's the boss man？
Surely ain't dat Paperman
He be an annoying little gnat
Who's the boss man？
Surely ain't dat white man
Dis is Hippolyte's habitat
Creole
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
Qui moun' qui, patron la C' pa blanc la ce moin'
There's a place in France where they do the cutlass dance
15.Who Are We Trying To Fool？
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Iris
I like to think my heart is just a muscle
A muscle that I've learned to control
I figured, hell, one harmless midnight tussle
With you would rest quite easy on my soul
Now I see you're a tres, tres goddamn charmer
An actress is taught to be cool
BUT Who am I trying to fool？
Paperman
I'd like to toast your firm determination
But human nature's got the best of me
I've never forced myself upon a lady
Iris
You're about as subtle as artillery
Paperman
I've been here before and I have to admit
that I can't keep my cool
Who are we trying to fool？
Who are we trying to fool？
Paperman Don't look for me to be your savior
Iris No good can come from this behavior
Sheila
This ain't no mystery, look at our history
It's just another wild Caribbean night
The rum and drums just bring out what's in us
Temptation's been here since that very first bite
Who are they tryin' to fool？
Who are they tryin' to fool？
They should forget it, they'll both regret it
He wants a push, she needs a shove
He's got a good wife, she hides a dark life
Fuel for combustion ？anger and love
Who are they tryin' to fool？
Who are they tryin' to fool？
Who are they tryin' to fool？
Paperman
Life is for most of us one long postponement
Iris
If we think too much I guess we'll miss our chance
Paperman
It's our time, our night, our island, not our future
Iris It's not the whole tamale, just one dance
Duet
So Who are we trying to fool？
Who are we trying to fool？
Let's break all of those goddamn Kinja rules
16.Fat Person Man
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Sheila
You got to get rid of Dat fat person man
Send him to French Guiana China or Japan
Get him off of dis island
Ders no reconcilin' Da rumours have already spread
He don't leave dis island
He lose his head
I can't help it I just tell the truth
Norman
Now Sheila I can't do that
Try and understand
He's not just some drunk asshole
He's my money man
He's got banks in Nebraska
And mines in Alaska
His childish ways can be misread
Sheila
I'll say it one more time sir
He lose his head I can't help it,
I just tell the truth
Norman
Now Lester's really harmless
Sheila
But Hippolyte's a threat
Norman
Whole life here in Kinja
Rests on this Tilson fete
I can't have a beheading
Or any blood letting
Oh Sheila tell me what to do
Sheila
Stick to do dat fat person
Like you be glue
Norman
I will keep him on the beach at the barbeque
Lester
I can't help it
I just tell the truth
17.Up On The Hill
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
We come from a long line of lenders
Who get rich just exploiting you spenders
But now we just manage our blenders
Up, up, up on the hill
It helps to be charming and funny
Have cute names like Binky and Bunny
But the main thing's still oodles of money
Up, up, up on the hill
Up on the hill we are the big cheeses
Up on the hill we own the cool breezes
Top of the heap Is where we know we belong
Up on the hill above the confusion
Up on the hill we live our illusions
Up, up, up on the hill
Marmalade mansions beneath cloudless skies
Breathtaking vistas that baffle your eyes
We're passing our days in a rare atmosphere
Sun, sea, and stars, and warm breezes all year
Our blood is decidedly blue-ish
We're leery of anything newish
And or course, darling, nobody's Jewish
Up, up, up on the hill
Up on the hill we are the big cheeses
Up on the hill we own the cool breezes
The top of the heap Is where we know we belong
Up on the hill above the confusion
Up on the hill we live our illusions
Up, up, up on the hill
Up, up, up on the hill
Way up, up, up on the hill
18.Domicile
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
A little parody of God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen, which I wrote
at Jimmy's bequest, disclosing the real reason the rich folks
live on this 'forsaken rock in the sea' - tax avoidance.
The Hill Crowd
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
With Kinja as our domicile
There's so much less to pay
We pay our taxes here
The IRS is far away
Domicile is our comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Domicile is our comfort and joy
19.Funeral Dance
Writer(s)：Jimmy Buffett
20.Time To Go Home
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Henny
Hey now mine host, don't be so melancholy
You've made the most out of Amy Ball's folly
You went crazy, ran off with an actress and didn't get rich
What can I say？ I still love you, you son of a bitch
Norman New York's gray and cold But somehow I miss that
Norman And
running the Gull Reef Club Bordered on hand to hand combat
Henny
You beat the odds, water Gods now it's time for shalom
Hey Mr. Paperman, I think it's time to go home
Chorus
Time to go home Norman
Time to go home
Norman
Hey Mistuh Papuh-mon
Time to go home
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
Hey Mr. Papuh-mon time to go home
Norman
Henny I'm sorry I hurt you
That's all I can say
Henny
Who knows this whole episode
Just might end up on Broadway
Norman
To hell with bureaucracy and island mystery
Henny
Let's clear the air dear but no more affairs here
Norman
To hell with the hill crowd and life or death parties
Henny
I know a guy who has contacts at Sardi's
Duet
Hey Mister (Mrs.) Paperman I think it's time to go home
Chorus
Time to go home Norman
Time to go home Norman
Hey Mistuh Papuh-Mon
Time to go home
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
Hey Mr. Papuh-Mon Time to go home
Time to go home Norman
Time to go home Norman
Hey Mistuh Papuh-Mon
Time to go home
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
Hey Mr. Paperman
Time to go home
Time to go home Norman
Time to go home Norman
Hey Mistuh Papuh-Mon
Time to go home
Chasin' illusions can get quite confusin'
Hey Mr. Paperman Time to go home
21.Green Flash at Sunset
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
To long ago chances,
To all the long stances,
To strange circumstances,
An Island review.
Green flash at sunset,
Young love recaptured,
Just an illusion,
Would it were true.
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