Public Relations — текст песни (Jimmy Buffett)

By jimmy buffett, 1997

Sanders

Mr paperman, go home. listen to me. pretend you had a nightmare, and woke up. this island is a hoodoo, theres death in it, and this is just the beginning. give it up. whatever youve invested,

T it and go back to new york. go home.



Norman

I felt the ground shake

Im out of water

Critical picture

But things aint that bad



We could be living

In communist china

Wearing pajamas

And shouting comrade



Ill fix the gull reef

It will be my salvation

Were only talking

A few renovations

Goodbye to public relations

It aint what I do



Goodbye forever to public relations

Public relations no longer my fate

This is my life and this is my island

Starting life over is never to (sic) late



[speaks, to sheila]

Get hippolyte!