Migration

by Jimmy Buffett

from the album A1A

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Lyrics

Lookin back at my background tryin’ to
figure out how I ever got here
Some things are stil a mystery to me
While others are much to clear
I love livin’ in the sunshine
Stay contented most of the time
Yeah, listenin to Murphy, Walker and Willis
Sing me their Texas rhymes

Now 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
They’re ugly and square, they don’t belong here
They look a lot better as beer cans

Yeah, That’s why it’s still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happening out there
Never even seen the clues
Whoa, but we’re doin’ fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we’ve been doing 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 hadn’t learned how to sing
And on top of that I got married too early
And it cost me much more than a ring
But those crazy days are over
You’ve just got to learn from
the wrong things you’ve done
I came off the rebound, started looking around
Figured out it’s time to have a little fun

Well now, if I ever live to be an old man
I’m gonna sail my boat to Martinique
I’m gonna buy me a sweat stained Bogart suit
and an African parakeet
And then I’ll sit him on my shoulder
and open up my trusty old mind
I’m gonna teach him how to fuss
Teach him how to cuss
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine

Yeah, I got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
and some Texas hidden here in my heart