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DISCID=980ccd0c,980ccf0c
DTITLE=Jimmy Buffett / Barometer Soup
DYEAR=1995
DGENRE=Rock
TTITLE0=Jimmy Buffett / Barometer Soup
TTITLE1=Jimmy Buffett / Barefoot Children
TTITLE2=Jimmy Buffett / Bank Of Bad Habits
TTITLE3=Jimmy Buffett / Remittance Man
TTITLE4=Jimmy Buffett / Diamond As Big As The Ritz
TTITLE5=Jimmy Buffett / Blue Heaven Rendezvous
TTITLE6=Jimmy Buffett / Jimmy Dreams
TTITLE7=Jimmy Buffett / Lage Nom Ai
TTITLE8=Jimmy Buffett / Don't Chu-Know
TTITLE9=Jimmy Buffett / Ballad Of Skip Wiley
TTITLE10=Jimmy Buffett / The Night I Painted The Sky
TTITLE11=Mexico
EXTD=
EXTT0=Barometer Soup\n\nFollow in my wake \nYou've not that much at st
EXTT0=ake \nFor I have plowed the seas \nAnd smoothed the troubled wat
EXTT0=ers \nCome along let's have some fun \nThe hard work has been do
EXTT0=ne \nWe'll barrel roll into the sun \nJust for starters \n\nJust
EXTT0= for starters \nBarometer's my soup \nI'm descended from a deckh
EXTT0=and on a sloop \nI travel on the songlines \nThat only dreamers 
EXTT0=see \nNot known for predictability \n\nCome and follow in our wa
EXTT0=ke \nYou've not that much at stake \nFor we have plowed the seas
EXTT0= \nAnd smoothed the troubled waters \nCome along let's have some
EXTT0= fun \nSeems our work is done \nWe'll barrel roll into the sun \n
EXTT0=Just for starters \n\nSail the main course \nIn a simple sturdy 
EXTT0=craft \nKeep her well stocked \nWith short stories and long laug
EXTT0=hs \nGo fast enough to get there \nBut slow enough to see \nMode
EXTT0=ration seems to be the key \n\nConstantly searchin' \nOh my eyes
EXTT0= have seen some horizons \nAnd I've crossed the ocean for more t
EXTT0=han just thrills \nNo I'm not the first \nWon't be the last \nYo
EXTT0=u lust for the future \nBut treasure the past \n\nFollow in my w
EXTT0=ake \nYou've not as much at stake \nFor I have plowed the seas \n
EXTT0=And smoothed the troubled waters \nCome along let's have some fu
EXTT0=n \nThe hard work has been done \nWe'll barrel roll into the sun
EXTT0= \nJust for starters \nWe'll barrel roll into the sun \nJust for
EXTT0= starters \nWe'll barrel roll into the sun \nJust for starters
EXTT1=Barefoot Children in the Rain\n\nScratch my back with a lightnin
EXTT1=g bolt \nThunder rolls like a bass drum note \nThe sound of the 
EXTT1=weather is Heaven's ragtime band \nWe all fell down from the Mil
EXTT1=ky Way \nHangin' round here till Judgment Day \nHeaven only know
EXTT1=s who's in command \n\nBarefoot children in the rain \nGot no ne
EXTT1=ed to explain \nWe'd be swingin' on a ball and chain \nIt's alwa
EXTT1=ys understood by those who play the game \nBarefoot children in 
EXTT1=the rain \n\nShow me yours and I'll show you mine \nTake me back
EXTT1= to days full of monkeyshines \nBouncin' on a bubble full of tro
EXTT1=uble in the summer sun \nKeep your raft from the riverboat \nFic
EXTT1=tion over fact always has my vote \nAnd wrinkles only go where t
EXTT1=he smiles have been \n\nBarefoot children in the rain \nGot no n
EXTT1=eed to explain \nWe'd be swingin' on a ball and chain \nIt's alw
EXTT1=ays understood by those who play the game \nBarefoot children in
EXTT1= the rain \nLa la la la la \nLa la la la la \nLa la la la la \nL
EXTT1=a la la la la la \nBarefoot children in the rain \n\nScratch my 
EXTT1=back with a lightning bolt \nThunder rolls like a bass drum note
EXTT1= \nThe sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band \nThe sky t
EXTT1=urns blue and the sun appears \nBut the question's still what ar
EXTT1=e we doin' here \nI don't think the answer's close at hand \n\nB
EXTT1=arefoot children in the rain \nGot no need to explain \nWe'd be 
EXTT1=swingin' on a ball and chain \nIt's always understood by those w
EXTT1=ho play the game \nBarefoot children in the rain \nIn the rain..
EXTT1=. \nIn the rain...
EXTT2=Bank of Bad Habits\n\nThe rumors and the stories of my past I ca
EXTT2=n't deny \nI'm no Saint Ignatius but again I'm no barfly \nThe w
EXTT2=rong thing is the right thing until you lose control \nI've got 
EXTT2=this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul \n\nBank of bad h
EXTT2=abits \nThe price of vice fortold \nOne by one they'll do you in
EXTT2= \nThey're bound to take their toll \nThe wrong thing is the rig
EXTT2=ht thing until you lose control \nI've got this bank of bad habi
EXTT2=ts in a corner of my soul \n\nLast night I said goodbye to a dea
EXTT2=r old friend of mine \nJust a throw back shell beach party, noth
EXTT2=in' really asinine \nRum and cooked animals and bullshit by the 
EXTT2=ton \nThat party lasted way too long and I had too much fun \n\n
EXTT2=Bank of bad habits \nThe price of vice fortold \nOne by one they
EXTT2='ll do you in \nThey're bound to take their toll \nThe wrong thi
EXTT2=ng is the right thing until you lose control \nI've got this ban
EXTT2=k of bad habits in a corner of my soul \nThat bank of bad habits
EXTT2= is worth its weight in gold \n\nTime for you to spend that doug
EXTT2=h \nYou're the only one you owe \nSo put away those alibis \nYou
EXTT2= can't fool that Banker in the sky \n\n(Spoken) \nNow let me tel
EXTT2=l you about the 7 Deadly Sins: \n1. Pride...Thou shalt not have 
EXTT2=pride in thy neighbor. \n2. Coveting...Thou shalt not covet thy 
EXTT2=neighbor's wife. \n3. Lust...Thou shalt not lust after his neigh
EXTT2=bor's wife. \n4. Anger...Do not be angry with your neighbor's wi
EXTT2=fe. \n5. Gluttony...Do not eat thy neighbor's wife's ........pop
EXTT2=corn. \n6. Envy...Do not envy your neighbor's wife. \n7. Sloth..
EXTT2=.Do not be a slob. \nAnd the eighth deadly sin is............PIZ
EXTT2=ZA! \n\nA picture's worth a thousand words just ask a cameraman 
EXTT2=\nAnd it's no sin to stop and look, I do it when I can \nBut you
EXTT2= have to purge that urge to merge \nYou have to keep your head \n
EXTT2=Or trouble is what you will find inside some stranger's bed \n\n
EXTT2=Bank of bad habits \nThe price of vice foretold \nOne by one the
EXTT2=y'll do you in \nThey're bound to take their toll \nThe wrong th
EXTT2=ing is the right thing until you lose control \nI've got this ba
EXTT2=nk of bad habits \nIt's worth it's weight in gold \n\n(Spoken) \n
EXTT2=Yeah, we're talkin' Krugerands......dubloons \nI was wonderin', 
EXTT2=um, do you think they have an ATM machine for bad habits? \nHmm.
EXTT2= \nI think I'll apply for that card.
EXTT3=Remittance Man\n\nSinner on the mainland \nHe's a sinner on the 
EXTT3=sea \nHe looks for absolution \nNot accountability \nHow many de
EXTT3=stinations \nOh God he's seen them all \nHe collects his preciou
EXTT3=s pittance \nNever a port of call \n\nRemittance Man \nBlackshee
EXTT3=p of the family clan \nBroke too many rules along the way \nRemi
EXTT3=ttance Man \nSo far away from home \nNo they'll never understand
EXTT3= \nThe Remittance Man \n\nA man of empty pockets \nFrom jingling
EXTT3= his change \nThe idleness and grieving \nFor all that he retain
EXTT3=s \nBy the harbour lights of Sydney \nOr the Bora Bora moon \nHe
EXTT3= recites his sad confession \nTo the seagulls and the loons \n\n
EXTT3=Remittance Man \nBlacksheep of the family clan \nBroke too many 
EXTT3=rules along the way \nRemittance Man \nSo far away from home \nN
EXTT3=o they'll never understand \nThe Remittance Man \n\nWell you can
EXTT3= claim that you were born a prince \nBut you're the only one you
EXTT3= can convince \nSurvivor with no livelihood \nThat you could eve
EXTT3=r make it good \nBut still you dream of what you can pretend \n\n
EXTT3=An unexpected passenger \nBoarded in Marseilles \nAn angel full 
EXTT3=of tenderness \nShe gave her heart away \nShe was but a gypsy \n
EXTT3=He was just a stray \nThey almost made a miracle but it slowly s
EXTT3=lipped away \nSo he follows the equator \nWith a wish to run agr
EXTT3=ound \nIt's a very vicious circle \nGoin' round and round and ro
EXTT3=und \nAnd he watches from the fantail \nAs the mainland disappea
EXTT3=rs \nJust like the Flying Dutchman \nHe's a prisoner of his fear
EXTT3=s \n\nRemittance Man \nBlacksheep of the family clan \nBroke too
EXTT3= many rules along the way \nRemittance Man \nSo far away from ho
EXTT3=me \nNo they'll never understand \nNo they'll never understand \n
EXTT3=No they'll never understand \nThe Remittance Man
EXTT4=Diamond as Big as the Ritz\n\nHidden in the mountains \nUnder th
EXTT4=e earth and stone \nA cubic mile of perfection \nTreasure no one
EXTT4= has known \nOne man came upon this motherlode \nBuilt himself a
EXTT4= thousand room chateau \n\nHe's the emperor of diamonds \nMaster
EXTT4= of the prize \nHe's got the hold on happiness \nAnd all that mo
EXTT4=ney can buy \nEveryday he lives in fascination \nThis is not an 
EXTT4=everyday temptation, no \n\nIt's the diamond as big as the Ritz 
EXTT4=\nWhat you gonna do with this \nTell me who's goin' to save you 
EXTT4=\nWhen you're a slave to the \nDiamond as big as the Ritz \n\nA 
EXTT4=blessing can become a curse \nIf you keep it to yourself \nour o
EXTT4=wn exaggeration \nIs not so good for your health \nIt's the prop
EXTT4=hecy of the unattainable dream \nIf you take one look behind the
EXTT4= shine \nIt doesn't always gleam \n\nEveryday he lives in fascin
EXTT4=ation \nThis is not an everyday temptation, no \n\nIt's the diam
EXTT4=ond as big as the Ritz \nWhat you gonna do with this \nTell me, 
EXTT4=who's goin' to save you \nWhen you're a slave to a \nDiamond as 
EXTT4=big as the Ritz \n\n(Diamond. Diamond. Diamond. Diamond. Diamond
EXTT4=) \nCoal under pressure (Diamond) \nSparkle of treasure (Diamond
EXTT4=) \nCrystaline measure (Diamond) \nOn a mental pleasure (Diamond
EXTT4=) \nIn the corner of your eye (Diamond) \nMake a grown man cry (
EXTT4=Diamond) \nAll the seeds you've sown (Diamond) \n\nGreed can cru
EXTT4=mble your castle walls \nGreed can purchase you thrills \nPower 
EXTT4=is a dangerous drug \nIt can maim, it can kill \nIt's the prophe
EXTT4=cy of the unattainable dream \nIf you take one look behind the s
EXTT4=hine \nIt doesn't always gleam \n\nIt was a diamond as big as th
EXTT4=e Ritz \nWhat you gonna do with this \nTell me, who's goin' to s
EXTT4=ave you \nWhen you're a slave to a \nDiamond as big as the Ritz 
EXTT4=\n\nIt was a diamond as big as the Ritz \nWhat you gonna do with
EXTT4= this \nTell me, who's goin' to save you \nWhen you're a slave t
EXTT4=o a \nDiamond as big as the Ritz
EXTT5=Blue Heaven Rendezvous\n\nBlue light guitars and a tropical bree
EXTT5=ze \nHummin' birds mime the words as they dance in the trees \nI
EXTT5=t's a flashback kind of crowd \nIt's a cabaret sound \nThere's s
EXTT5=till some magic left in this tourist town \n\nThose crazy days \n
EXTT5=And crazy ways \nWe never want to undo \nWe'll be together \nNow
EXTT5= and forever \nAt the Blue Heaven rendezvous \n\nWe're weird rom
EXTT5=an candles \nBurnin' bright at both ends \nAt the end of the roa
EXTT5=d's \nWhere this story beings \nWhere the green of the gulf \nMe
EXTT5=ets the blue of the sea \nWhat makes it all happen's \nStill a m
EXTT5=ystery to me \n\nThose crazy days \nAnd those crazy ways \nWe ne
EXTT5=ver want to undo \nWe'll be together \nNow and forever \nAt the 
EXTT5=Blue Heaven rendezvous \n\nIf these walls could talk \nI don't k
EXTT5=now what they'd say \nThey've seen some accidental masquerades \n
EXTT5=But it's no surprise \nDances 'til dawn \nHeroes long gone \nLet
EXTT5= that guitar play \n\nWe'll be together \nNow and forever \nAt t
EXTT5=he Blue Heaven rendezvous \n\nWe'll be together \nNow and foreve
EXTT5=r \nAt the Blue, Blue Heaven rendezvous
EXTT6=Jimmy Dreams\n\nJimmy dreams \nHe's a child to the end \nWhat a 
EXTT6=joy \nWhen you are your best friend \nThe world's such a toy \nI
EXTT6=f you just stay a boy \nou can spin it again and again \n\nJimmy
EXTT6= flies \nWith no use for disguise \nJust escapes \nUsing mirrors
EXTT6= and capes \nAnd the words do the trick \nThere is no bigger kic
EXTT6=k \nThan just rhyming again and again \n\nSound of the low tide 
EXTT6=\nThe smell of the rain \nTravellin' alone \nOn my boat and my p
EXTT6=lane \nTake it all in \nIt's as big as it seems \nCount all your
EXTT6= blessings \nRemember your dreams \n\nJimmy stares \nTowards the
EXTT6= bright Pleiades \nIt's so strange \nWhat his distant eye sees \n
EXTT6=Who knows why you start \nRediscovering your heart \nBut you do 
EXTT6=it again and again \n\nSound of the low tide \nSmell of the rain
EXTT6= \nTravelling alone \nOn my boat and my plane \nTake it all in \n
EXTT6=It's as big as it seems \nCount all your blessings \nRemember yo
EXTT6=ur dreams \n\nJimmy stares \nTowards the bright Pleiades \nIt's 
EXTT6=so strange \nWhat his distant eye sees \nWho knows why you start
EXTT6= \nRediscovering your heart \nou just do it again and again \n\n
EXTT6=The world's still a toy \nIf you'll just stay a boy \nAnd that's
EXTT6= why Jimmy dreams.
EXTT7=Lagie Nom Ai\n\nNordstrom was a simple man \nWho had some non-co
EXTT7=nformist plan \nTo save his ass \n\nEvery night he danced alone 
EXTT7=\nAnd blotted out the monotone \nThat was his past \n\nHe packs 
EXTT7=his bag of mysteries \nAnd leaves the lonely memories \nWhere th
EXTT7=ey belong \n\nThey came and went so easily \nThis rising tide id
EXTT7=entity \nSings like a song \nLet's sing \n\nLagie Nom Ai Nom Ai 
EXTT7=\nWhen you know that life is just a game \nLagie Nom Ai Nom Ai (
EXTT7=Oh!) \nHe's the man who gave up his own name \n\nIn the roll of 
EXTT7=the cosmic dice \nou win one hard and lose it twice \nBefore you
EXTT7= know \n\nLove is fine until you taste \nThis melancholy bouilla
EXTT7=baisse \nCalled letting go \n\nLagie Nom Ai Nom Ai \nWhen you kn
EXTT7=ow that life is just a game \nLagie Nom Ai Nom Ai (Hey!) \nHe's 
EXTT7=the man who gave up his own name \n\nHe moved on up to old Beant
EXTT7=own \nAnd summered on the Vineyard Sound \nTo pass the day (day 
EXTT7=ay ay oh) \n\nIsland hopping craft he found \nTendin' bar he thi
EXTT7=nks he's found \nA better way (ay ay ay oh) \n\nNow we're back w
EXTT7=here we belong \nWithout a clue and still without \nA master pla
EXTT7=n (ay ay ay oh) \n\nIncident or accident \nIt all depends on if 
EXTT7=you're meant \nTo understand (ay ay ay oh) \n\nLagie Nom Ai Nom 
EXTT7=Ai \nWhen you know that life is just a game \nLagie Nom Ai Nom A
EXTT7=i \nHe's the man who gave up his own name \nHe's the man who gav
EXTT7=e up his own name \n\nSpoken: \neah, 'ol Nordstrom's gone. Check
EXTT7=ed out. Readin' \nthe wrong kind of books...listenin' to that wi
EXTT7=ld \nCarribbean music. He wiped himself out of his own computer.
EXTT7= \nHe's the man who gave up his own name. He's gone. \n\n[NOTE: 
EXTT7=Lagie Nom Ai Nom Ai is island patois which loosely translates: \n
EXTT7="The man who gave up his own name."]
EXTT8=Don Chu Know\n\nou can spend all your days in the grind \nConver
EXTT8=ting your nickels to dimes \nou could stuff all your pockets til
EXTT8=l they overflow \nDon chu know \nDon chu know \nDon chu know \n\n
EXTT8=ou can say you're too old to be young \nou think you're too smar
EXTT8=t to be dumb \nBut the well-seasoned pro knows how long he can g
EXTT8=o \nDon chu know \nDon chu know \nDon chu know \n\nou can sing e
EXTT8=very song that's been sung \nOffer the moon and the sun \nBut if
EXTT8= you ask me it's all been both said and been done \n\nWe're just
EXTT8= recycled history machines \nCavemen in faded blue jeans \nIt's 
EXTT8=the unanswered question in each one of us \nDon chu know \nDon c
EXTT8=hu know \nDon chu know \n\nThe more we learn the less we know \n
EXTT8=What you keep is what you can't let go \nTake it fast or take it
EXTT8= slow \nJust one way for you to go \nDon chu know \n\nSpoken: \n
EXTT8=Let's go now \n\nou can sing every song that's been sung \nOffer
EXTT8= the moon and the sun \nBut if you ask me it's not in the race t
EXTT8=hat you run \n\nIt's that outcast in each one of us \nWho get's 
EXTT8=the girl that is too glamorous \nThere's no one to deceive it's 
EXTT8=just all make believe \nDon chu know \nDon chu know \nDon chu kn
EXTT8=ow \nOh.... \nDon chu know \nDon chu know \nDon chu know \n\nDon
EXTT8= chu know \nDon chu know \nDon chu know \n\nI Don't Know \nI Don
EXTT8='t Know \n\nSpoken: \nWait a minute! Wait a minute! I can name t
EXTT8=hat song in, in two notes. \nIt's another one of those songs tha
EXTT8=t I've written about not knowing much, or \nnot knowing what I w
EXTT8=as doing, or not knowing where I was going, or not knowing \nwhe
EXTT8=re I'd been. eah, Frank Bama once said the best navigators are n
EXTT8=ot quite sure \nwhere they're going until they get there...and t
EXTT8=hen they're still not sure. \nBut I know one thing...Indecision 
EXTT8=may or may not be my problem. And this song is \ngone way too lo
EXTT8=ng, and it's, she's gettin out of control, and oh my god!...
EXTT9=The Ballad of Skip Wiley\n\nHe's a man on a mission \nWild as a 
EXTT9=ricochet \nPicture if you can when the Everglades ran \nFrom the
EXTT9= Gulf Coast to Biscayne Bay \n\nHe's gonna give it back to the g
EXTT9=ators \nLock the tourists up in theme parks and zoos \nHe says j
EXTT9=oin me for lunch at the reptile's brunch \nWhere the barometer s
EXTT9=oup is you \n\nHe's crazy and dangerous \nBut who else can you t
EXTT9=rust \nHe's the outlaw in all of us \nThe environmental terroris
EXTT9=t \n\nou can mess with that mouse in Orlando \nJilt a tourist in
EXTT9= St. Augustine \nou can shoplift all day at Blockbuster \nBut yo
EXTT9=u can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen \nNo you can't steal the Ora
EXTT9=nge Bowl Queen \n\nSpoken: \nThat's unthinkable in the state of 
EXTT9=Florida \nWhat would the Chamber of Commerce say \nThis man is s
EXTT9=ick \neah \n\nThere were crimes of epic proportions \nAll part o
EXTT9=f Skip Wiley's crusade \nTourists were cackin' \nAnd tourists we
EXTT9=re packin' \nWhile he and Skeet cooled there heels in the shade 
EXTT9=\n\nThen came the citrus sensation \nWelcome to the revolution h
EXTT9=e said \nWith a pirates persona \nHe snatched the gridiron madon
EXTT9=na \nAnd the day groovers called for his head \n\nHe's crazy and
EXTT9= dangerous \nBut who else can you trust \nHe's the outlaw in all
EXTT9= of us \nThe environmental terrorist \n\nou can mess with that m
EXTT9=ouse in Orlando \nJilt a tourist in St. Augustine \nou can rag o
EXTT9=n the Miami Dolphins \nBut you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
EXTT9= \nNo you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen \nNo, No you can't s
EXTT9=teal the Orange Bowl Queen \n\nSpoken: \nWell Skip's caper it ki
EXTT9=nda backfired \nGot the orange juice barons rather upset \nIn th
EXTT9=e light of bad moves these manhunts ensued \nSkip easily slipped
EXTT9= through the net \nHe was last seen atop of a mangrove \nPerched
EXTT9= like a wounded osprey \nHe was not meant to last \nHe belongs t
EXTT9=o the past \nAnd I hope he gets there one day \n\nHe's crazy and
EXTT9= dangerous \nBut who else can you trust \nHe's the outlaw in all
EXTT9= of us \nThe environmental terrorist (terrorist) \n\nou can mess
EXTT9= with that mouse in Orlando \nJilt a tourist in St. Augustine \n
EXTT9=ou can shoplift your days at Blockbuster \nBut you can't steal t
EXTT9=he Orange Bowl Queen \nNo you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen 
EXTT9=\nNo you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen \nThat's right
EXTT10=The Night I Painted the Sky\n\nI came from the north \nEscaping
EXTT10= convention \nModern invention that won't let me be \nTo the sh
EXTT10=ores of St. Martin \nWith my fiction addiction \nTo restart the
EXTT10= fire \nA dreamer's remedy \n\nIndependence Day \nAnd all I rem
EXTT10=ember \nWas a midnight rainbow \nThat fell from the sky \nAs I 
EXTT10=stand on the beach \nI slowly surrender \nTo the child in me \n
EXTT10=That can't say goodbye \n\nThe rockets in the air \nAnd the peo
EXTT10=ple everywhere \nPut away their differences for a while \nOh I 
EXTT10=am still a child \nWhen it comes to something wild \nOh that wa
EXTT10=s the night \nI painted the sky \n\nI dug in the sand \nLike a 
EXTT10=boy on a mission \nAnd there in my hands \nA pyro's delight \n\n
EXTT10=If un bombadier \nA night time magician \nI sparked the sky \nA
EXTT10=s the rockets fly from view \n\nThe rockets in the air \nAnd th
EXTT10=e people everywhere \nPut away their differences for a while \n
EXTT10=es I am still a child \nWhen it comes to something wild \nOh th
EXTT10=at was the night \nI painted the sky \n\nOh the mortars they ro
EXTT10=ar \nIn anticipation \nProceeding the sigh \nOf the uplifted ey
EXTT10=es \nIt showers us all \nIn sulfuric sensation \nThe colors shi
EXTT10=ne \nAnd a fiery rhyme tonight \n\nThe rockets in the air (Oooo
EXTT10=h...) \nAnd the people everywhere \nWon't you put away your dif
EXTT10=ferences for a while \nI am but a child \nWhen it comes to some
EXTT10=thing wild \nOh that was the night \nThat was the night \nOh th
EXTT10=at was the night \nI painted the sky \nPainted the sky \nPainte
EXTT10=d the sky
EXTT11=Mexico\n\n\nBy: James Taylor \n1975 \n\nWay down here \nou need
EXTT11= a reason to move \nFeel a fool \nRunning your stateside games 
EXTT11=\nLose your load \nLeave your mind behind \nBaby, James \n\nOoo
EXTT11=h, Mexico \nIt sounds so simple \nI just got to go \nThe sun's 
EXTT11=so hot \nI forgot to go home \nI guess I'll have to go now \n\n
EXTT11=Americanos' got the sleepy eyes \nBut his body's still shakin' 
EXTT11=like a live wire \nSenorita with her eyes on fire \nDon't you k
EXTT11=now \n\nOooh, Mexico \nIt sounds so sweet \nWith the sun sinkin
EXTT11=' low \nThe moon's so bright \nLikes to light up the night \nMa
EXTT11=ke everything alright. \n\nBaby's hungry and the money's all go
EXTT11=ne \nThe folks back home \nDon't want to talk on the phone \nSh
EXTT11=e gets a long letter \nAnd sends back a postcard \nTimes are ha
EXTT11=rd. \n\nOoohh, down in Mexico \nI've never really been \nSo I d
EXTT11=on't really know \nOooooh, Mexico \nI guess I'll have to go now
EXTT11=. \n\nOooh, Mexico \nI've never really been \nBut, I'd sure lik
EXTT11=e to go \nWhoa, oooh Mexico \nI guess I'll have to go now. \n\n
EXTT11=Talkin' 'bout Mexico (Mexico) \nLittle honkeytonk out in Mexico
EXTT11= (Mexico) \nSouth of Margaritaville \nI've been told \n\nSPOKEN
EXTT11=: \n(?)Undele, undele, vaminos \nAhh, yeah, let's load this cas
EXTT11=t of characters \non that boat and head south \nAhh, yeah we go
EXTT11=t a wind at our back \nSmooth sailin' all the way \nWe got old 
EXTT11=Nordstrom, he's our chef \nHe's down in that galley cookin' up 
EXTT11=a \nBarometer Soup for us \nWe gotta stop at our offshore Bank 
EXTT11=of Bad Habits \nAnd make a deposit or a withdrawl \nI don't kno
EXTT11=w which one, y'know \nWe're goin' down to the land of the Mayan
EXTT11=s \neah, they were here long before the cavemen were \nCavemen 
EXTT11=in blue jeans \nUhh, excuse me, that's not Politically Correct 
EXTT11=\nThat's cavepersons in blue jeans \nSkip Wiley and Skeet, we m
EXTT11=ay run into them \nUp to no good down there \nWatch out for tho
EXTT11=se barefoot children \nStompin' around in those puddles \nAhh, 
EXTT11=yeah, and that remittance man \nHe's just goin' round and round
EXTT11= \nHe may run into 'ol Frank Bama \nCruisin' around in the Hemi
EXTT11=sphere Dancer \nI don't know, I might have my Lawn-Boy down the
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