Cliches — текст песни (Jimmy Buffett)

By: jimmy buffett

1975

Shes got a ballpark figure

Hes got a ballpoint pen

They travel around for weeks at a time

Writin down descriptions of the places they been



She plays guitar but nothin fancy

With no intention of becomin a star

Only thing thats botherin him these days

Is where hes gonna find a good ten-cent cigar



Cliches

Good ways

To say what you mean

Mean what you say



She never did make her debut

He never made it to class

Shes eighty-sixed from the chart room

Hes twenty nine and pushin thirty real fast



Theyre funny when they get to rockin

Goin out for a night on the town

Takin polaroid pictures that are never in focus

Just to look at when they finally slow down



Full moon

So soon

Wishin every month of the year could be june



Hes always tuned into star trek

Shes always tuned into him

Hidin his cookies when he gets the munchies

Tryin hard just to keep the boy slim



Tonight theyre gonna go star gazin

An try to figure out which one theyre near

But try as they might I dont think theyll reach the height

You know you cant get there from here



Full moon

So soon

Wishin every month of the year could be june



Cliches

Good ways

To say what you mean

Mean what you say

To say what you mean

Mean what you say