By: jimmy buffett
1974
Whoa, lookin back at my background
Tryin to figure out how I ever got here
Some things are still a mystery to me
While others are much too clear
Im just livin in the sunshine
Stay contented most of the time
Yeah listenin to murphy, walker, and willis
Sing me their texas rhymes
Most of the people who retire in florida
Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
And mobile homes are smotherin my keys
I hate those bastards so much
I wish a summer squall would blow them all
The way up to fantasy land
Yeah theyre ugly and square, they dont belong here
They looked a lot better as beer cans
Chorus:
Yeah, and thats why its still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but were doin fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin our part
Got a caribbean soul I can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart
Well now I might have joined the merchant marine
If I hadnt learned how to sing
And on top of all that I got married too early
cost me much more than a ring
But now those crazy days are over
Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done
I came off the rebound, started lookin around
Figured out its time to have a little fun
Chorus:
Yeah, and thats why its still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but were doin fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin our part
Got a caribbean soul I can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart
Well now if I ever live to be an old man
Im gonna sail down to martinique
Im gonna buy me a sweat-stained bogart suit
And an african parakeet
And then Ill sit him on my shoulder
And open up my trusty old mind
I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine
Chorus:
Yeah, and thats why its still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin out there
They never even seen the clues
Yeah but were doin fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin our part
Got a caribbean soul I can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart
Coda:
Yeah, got a caribbean soul I can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart (yodelling...)
