Mayer Some folks say that I've got the perfect life Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife I fly, I sail, I throw caution to the wind Drift like a stratus cloud above the Caribbean But every now and then, the dragons come to call Just when you least expect it you'll be dodgin' cannonballs I've seen too much not to stay in touch With a world full of love and luck I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition I never forget to duck (Chorus): Come back, come back back to Jamaica Don't chu know we made a big mistaica We'd be so sad if you told us good-bye And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky It was a beautiful day, the kind you want to toast We were tree top flyin' movin' west along the coast Then we landed in the water, just about my favorite thrill When some asshole started firing as we taxied to Negril Just about to lose my temper as I endeavored to explain We had only come for chicken we were not a ganja plane Well, you should have seen their faces when they finally realized We were not some coked up cowboy sporting guns and alibis (Chorus) They shot from the lighthouse, they shot from highway They shot from the top of the cliff, they had all gone haywire We're catchin' fire, and there wasn't even a spliff Well, the word got out all over the island Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin' Some thought me crazy for being way too nice But it's just another shitty day in paradise (Chorus) School Boy Heart School Boy Heart School Boy Heart Jimmy Buffett & Matt Betton I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose I suppose the need to focus never arose So something like a Swiss Army knife, that's my life Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me Breakin' free, breakin' free "Cause I got a school boy heart, novelist eye Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly I got a bartender ear and a beachcomber style Piratical nerve and a vaudevillian style I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck With all hands spread all over the deck,--what the heck
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