I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here, Your voice sounds so wonderful But yer face don't look too clear So bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew Honey…

And then I'll sit him upon my shoulder And open up my crusty old mind I'm gonna teach him how to fuss I'm gonna teach him how to cuss And pour the cork out of a bottle of wine

He's somewhere on the ocean now A place he outta be With one hand on the starboard rail He's wavin' back at me

Just behind the reef are the big white teeth Of the sharks that can swim on the land

Nobody works on Friday Thursday got a booster shot So what ya gonna do with all that time? I'm feelin' like a microdot Nobody works on Friday Prayin' for the sun to shine Hey, pretty mama, how 'bout the Bahamas? Conch fritters and red wine

See the ships heading for the rocks See the time melting over the clocks There's a light shadows all The rocks that saves me It saves me

Thinkin’ back to Alabama Where a much younger version of me Stepped up to the Microphone And sang about his first palm tree Half a hour later Had that first 45 in my Hand From a sailor to a singer It’s a life I never had planned

Something 'bout your dog Sitting by your side If you had a bad day She ain't gonna run and hide Just a-wagging that tail Grinning that grin Something 'bout my dog Makes her my best friend

Well now the coffee is strong At the Cafe du Monde And the donuts are too hot to touch Just like a fool When those sweet goodies cool I'll eat 'til I eat way too much 'Cause I'm living on things that excite me Be they pastry or lobster love

And I wanna be there I wanna go back down and die beside the sea there With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine And I'm a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine

Don't start to hit me with your "no can do" Bluesin', losin', workin' up an attitude Clean up them windows, let the sun shine through There ain't no happy time without no pain Pick up the pieces, hit the road again, The world is what you make it

It’s not close quarters that would make me snap
It’s just dealing with the daily unadulterated crap Sail away for a month at a time
Sail away I’ve got to recharge mind
Then you’ll find me back at it again

I mean I'm in no hurry To hustle and scurry There's so much to see And life ain't gonna Pass me by Tomorrow's right around the corner I'll get there somehow But I'm stuck in meantime And I Love The Now

Look at all this liquor Look at all this food It's only gonna go to waste We're not really being rude… We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne

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

My rendezvous' so long overdue With all of the things I've sung and I've read They still apply to me They all make sense in time But now I'm incommunicado Drivin' by myself down the road with a hole in it Songs with no vibrato Takin' the long way home

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…

If you can believe it, The Daily Buffett turns FOUR today! Thanks to everyone who has helped us do our part to Keep The Party Going! God Bless You All, And God Bless @jimmybuffett *** Gimme oysters and beer For dinner every day of the year And I'll feel fine, I'II feel fine

And now I must confess I could use some rest I can't run at this pace very long… 🌴🌴🌴 Sending good vibes to our friends in Mobile, Pensacola, and there abouts this morning ahead of Hurricane Isa…Iss… you know the one. Have a plan. Be safe. Drink Margaritas.

I rounded first, never thought of the worst As I studied the shortstop's position Crack went my leg like the shell of an egg Someone call a decent physician I'm no Pete Rose I can't pretend Though my mind is quite flexible These brittle bones don't bend