Disc 3 - Bars: Desperation Samba (Halloween In Tijuana) Disc 3 - Bars: Desperation Samba (Halloween In Tijuana) DESPERATION SAMBA (HALLOWEEN IN TIAJUANA) Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Timothy B.Schmidt Halloween in Tijuana Full moon in my eyes I wonder how in the hell I got here Without a disguise Should I take this last step or turn myself around or follow my intuition into that border town Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico Do the despreation samba con nos amigos Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico Do the desperation samba con nos amigos Pretty girls they beckon From their rooms above Skeletons are dancing in the name of love Don't know where I'm going Don't like where I've been There may be no exit But hell I'm going in Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico Do the desperation samba con nos amigos Yo quiero a bailer en Mexico Do the desperation samba con nos amigos Hear the people singing the same old haunting tune I drink because I know it's me against the moon Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico Do the desperation samba con nos amigos Disc 3 - Bars: When Salome Plays The Drum Disc 3 - Bars: When Salome Plays The Drum WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUM Jimmy Buffett When Salome plays the drum The crowd goes deaf and dumb Swept up by dark sensations Partially the heat More so it's the beat She moves in syncopation Gazelle on the run Skirts slit past her thigh The boys let out a sigh The beat begins to quicken Crowd ascends the stairs Climbin' on the chairs The plot begins to thicken Phasers on stun CHORUS Take them to the carnival Let them hear the conga Tonight the tempo feels so right Tomorrow may be wronga INSTRUMENATAL Gendarme close her down Make her leave the town She caught the flight to Rio With nothin' to say Wavin' from the plane Pours pink champagne She toasts her loyal trio It was a lucrative stay Oh won't you take them to the carnival Let them hear the conga Tonight the tempo feels right Tomorrow may be wronga Oh won't your take them to the carnival Let them play for hours Tonight the weather feels so right Tomorrow may be showers Disc 3 - Bars: Pascagoula Run, The Disc 3 - Bars: Pascagoula Run, The PASCAGOULA RUN Jimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver Billy pulled in in a Jaguar Red convertible sixty-five Headed home to Mississippi, he'd been around the world He was that black sheep uncle of mine His ship had come in, he was lookin' to sin He was singing his own song When he yelled from the drive, my heart came alive "Jimmy boy come along" CHORUS It's time to see the world It's time to kiss a girl It's time to cross the wild meridian Grab your bag and take a chance Time to learn a cajun dance Kid you're gonna see the mornin' sun On the Pascagoula run Friday night at the Stateline Bar Where the waterfront people dwell Better watch my step if the floor caves in I'll go right straight to hell There were pinball machines and cajun queens Men with knives and scars Billy moved 'cross the floor through the real hard core And said "Here's where it gets bizarre" Repeat Chorus What do the ladies say what do the ladies say What do the ladies say, what do the ladies say What do the ladies say what do the ladies say What do the ladies say what do the ladies say What do the ladies say what do the ladies say Bring that young man over here We gonna buy that boy a beer And that ain't all we want to do And bring your crazy uncle too Disc 3 - Bars: Sending The Old Man Home Disc 3 - Bars: Sending The Old Man Home SENDING THE OLD MAN HOME Jimmy Buffett They're sending the old man home Back where the buffalo roam Out in Pacific they say he was the best Now he's in his "civies" headin' home like all the rest He'll never forget Rosa Lee Or sleepless nights he fought upon the sea He'll only have the memories Or great books by James Jones `Cause they're sending the old man home Far away Far away Another life so very far away They'll tear down the officers clubs And write off the overdue subs So let's drink to their memories Our heros and our pals To those crazy navy flyers To those swell Hawaiian gals The sailors will dance in the street Then they'll mothball the whole damn fleet We'll only have the picture books Of land and sea and foam `Cause they're sending the old man home He'll only have his memories Or great books by James Jones `Cause they're sending the old man home Disc 3 - Bars: Domino College Disc 3 - Bars: Domino College Domino College Jimmy Buffett & Dan Fogelberg Found myself a matchbook Beside some hotel bed Opened it up and looked inside And this is what it said Get on back to school Domino college, back to school Boneyard full of knowledge Working vacation in a third world nation Back to school Fly down to miami Get yourself a boat Fill it full of suntan oil And rent yourself a goat Ain't no registration Ain't no student loan You may not learn to read or write But you will surely learn to roll them bones Get on back to school Domino college, back to school Boneyard full of knowledge Working vacation in a third world nation Back to school They don't rap your knuckles If you cut the class They just track you through the jungle boy Then they kick your ass It's a different kind of domino theory They teach you down in Butler town If you lose you buy the booze And then the student body all falls down They can't get back to school Domino college, back to school Fountain of knowledge Working vacation in a third world nation Back to school Get on back Make your parents hate you Be a big disgrace Act just like a domino And fall on your face You can't get back to school Domino college, back to school Fountain of knowledge There ain't no graduation from this kind of education Back to school Working vacation in a third world nation Back to school Oh, Jan Disc 4 - Ballads: Come Monday Disc 4 - Ballads: Come Monday COME MONDAY Jimmy Buffett Headin' up to San Francisco for the Labor Day weekend show, I've got my hush-puppies on, I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll
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