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DISCID=980ccd0c,980ccf0c
DTITLE=Jimmy Buffett / Barometer Soup
TTITLE0=Barometer Soup
TTITLE1=Barefoot Children
TTITLE2=Bank Of Bad Habits
TTITLE3=Remittance Man
TTITLE4=Diamond As Big As The Ritz
TTITLE5=Blue Heaven Rendezvous
TTITLE6=Jimmy Dreams
TTITLE7=Lage Nom Ai
TTITLE8=Don't Chu-Know
TTITLE9=Ballad Of Skip Wiley
TTITLE10=The Night I Painted The Sky
TTITLE11=Mexico
EXTD=
EXTT0=Barometer Soup\n\nFollow in my wake \nYou've not that much at stake
EXTT0= \nFor I have plowed the seas \nAnd smoothed the troubled waters \n
EXTT0=Come along let's have some fun \nThe hard work has been done \nWe'
EXTT0=ll barrel roll into the sun \nJust for starters \n\nJust for starte
EXTT0=rs \nBarometer's my soup \nI'm descended from a deckhand on a sloo
EXTT0=p \nI travel on the songlines \nThat only dreamers see \nNot known 
EXTT0=for predictability \n\nCome and follow in our wake \nYou've not tha
EXTT0=t much at stake \nFor we have plowed the seas \nAnd smoothed the t
EXTT0=roubled waters \nCome along let's have some fun \nSeems our work i
EXTT0=s done \nWe'll barrel roll into the sun \nJust for starters \n\nSail
EXTT0= the main course \nIn a simple sturdy craft \nKeep her well stocke
EXTT0=d \nWith short stories and long laughs \nGo fast enough to get the
EXTT0=re \nBut slow enough to see \nModeration seems to be the key \n\nCon
EXTT0=stantly searchin' \nOh my eyes have seen some horizons \nAnd I've 
EXTT0=crossed the ocean for more than just thrills \nNo I'm not the fir
EXTT0=st \nWon't be the last \nYou lust for the future \nBut treasure the
EXTT0= past \n\nFollow in my wake \nYou've not as much at stake \nFor I ha
EXTT0=ve plowed the seas \nAnd smoothed the troubled waters \nCome along
EXTT0= let's have some fun \nThe hard work has been done \nWe'll barrel 
EXTT0=roll into the sun \nJust for starters \nWe'll barrel roll into the
EXTT0= sun \nJust for starters \nWe'll barrel roll into the sun \nJust fo
EXTT0=r starters \n\n
EXTT1=Barefoot Children in the Rain\n\nScratch my back with a lightning 
EXTT1=bolt \nThunder rolls like a bass drum note \nThe sound of the weat
EXTT1=her is Heaven's ragtime band \nWe all fell down from the Milky Wa
EXTT1=y \nHangin' round here till Judgment Day \nHeaven only knows who's
EXTT1= in command \n\nBarefoot children in the rain \nGot no need to expl
EXTT1=ain \nWe'd be swingin' on a ball and chain \nIt's always understoo
EXTT1=d by those who play the game \nBarefoot children in the rain \n\nSh
EXTT1=ow me yours and I'll show you mine \nTake me back to days full of
EXTT1= monkeyshines \nBouncin' on a bubble full of trouble in the summe
EXTT1=r sun \nKeep your raft from the riverboat \nFiction over fact alwa
EXTT1=ys has my vote \nAnd wrinkles only go where the smiles have been 
EXTT1=\n\nBarefoot children in the rain \nGot no need to explain \nWe'd be
EXTT1= swingin' on a ball and chain \nIt's always understood by those w
EXTT1=ho play the game \nBarefoot children in the rain \nLa la la la la 
EXTT1=\nLa la la la la \nLa la la la la \nLa la la la la la \nBarefoot chi
EXTT1=ldren in the rain \n\nScratch my back with a lightning bolt \nThund
EXTT1=er rolls like a bass drum note \nThe sound of the weather is Heav
EXTT1=en's ragtime band \nThe sky turns blue and the sun appears \nBut t
EXTT1=he question's still what are we doin' here \nI don't think the an
EXTT1=swer's close at hand \n\nBarefoot children in the rain \nGot no nee
EXTT1=d to explain \nWe'd be swingin' on a ball and chain \nIt's always 
EXTT1=understood by those who play the game \nBarefoot children in the 
EXTT1=rain \nIn the rain... \nIn the rain... \n\n
EXTT2=Bank of Bad Habits\n\nThe rumors and the stories of my past I can'
EXTT2=t deny \nI'm no Saint Ignatius but again I'm no barfly \nThe wrong
EXTT2= thing is the right thing until you lose control \nI've got this 
EXTT2=bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul \n\nBank of bad habits \n
EXTT2=The price of vice fortold \nOne by one they'll do you in \nThey're
EXTT2= bound to take their toll \nThe wrong thing is the right thing un
EXTT2=til you lose control \nI've got this bank of bad habits in a corn
EXTT2=er of my soul \n\nLast night I said goodbye to a dear old friend o
EXTT2=f mine \nJust a throw back shell beach party, nothin' really asin
EXTT2=ine \nRum and cooked animals and bullshit by the ton \nThat party 
EXTT2=lasted way too long and I had too much fun \n\nBank of bad habits 
EXTT2=\nThe price of vice fortold \nOne by one they'll do you in \nThey'r
EXTT2=e bound to take their toll \nThe wrong thing is the right thing u
EXTT2=ntil you lose control \nI've got this bank of bad habits in a cor
EXTT2=ner of my soul \nThat bank of bad habits is worth its weight in g
EXTT2=old \n\nTime for you to spend that dough \nYou're the only one you 
EXTT2=owe \nSo put away those alibis \nYou can't fool that Banker in the
EXTT2= sky \n\n(Spoken) \nNow let me tell you about the 7 Deadly Sins: \n1
EXTT2=. Pride...Thou shalt not have pride in thy neighbor. \n2. Covetin
EXTT2=g...Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife. \n3. Lust...Thou sh
EXTT2=alt not lust after his neighbor's wife. \n4. Anger...Do not be an
EXTT2=gry with your neighbor's wife. \n5. Gluttony...Do not eat thy nei
EXTT2=ghbor's wife's ........popcorn. \n6. Envy...Do not envy your neig
EXTT2=hbor's wife. \n7. Sloth...Do not be a slob. \nAnd the eighth deadl
EXTT2=y sin is............PIZZA! \n\nA picture's worth a thousand words 
EXTT2=just ask a cameraman \nAnd it's no sin to stop and look, I do it 
EXTT2=when I can \nBut you have to purge that urge to merge \nYou have t
EXTT2=o keep your head \nOr trouble is what you will find inside some s
EXTT2=tranger's bed \n\nBank of bad habits \nThe price of vice foretold \n
EXTT2=One by one they'll do you in \nThey're bound to take their toll \n
EXTT2=The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control \nI've 
EXTT2=got this bank of bad habits \nIt's worth it's weight in gold \n\n(S
EXTT2=poken) \nYeah, we're talkin' Krugerands......dubloons \nI was wond
EXTT2=erin', um, do you think they have an ATM machine for bad habits?
EXTT2= \nHmm. \nI think I'll apply for that card. 
EXTT3=Remittance Man\n\nSinner on the mainland \nHe's a sinner on the sea
EXTT3= \nHe looks for absolution \nNot accountability \nHow many destinat
EXTT3=ions \nOh God he's seen them all \nHe collects his precious pittan
EXTT3=ce \nNever a port of call \n\nRemittance Man \nBlacksheep of the fam
EXTT3=ily clan \nBroke too many rules along the way \nRemittance Man \nSo
EXTT3= far away from home \nNo they'll never understand \nThe Remittance
EXTT3= Man \n\nA man of empty pockets \nFrom jingling his change \nThe idl
EXTT3=eness and grieving \nFor all that he retains \nBy the harbour ligh
EXTT3=ts of Sydney \nOr the Bora Bora moon \nHe recites his sad confessi
EXTT3=on \nTo the seagulls and the loons \n\nRemittance Man \nBlacksheep o
EXTT3=f the family clan \nBroke too many rules along the way \nRemittanc
EXTT3=e Man \nSo far away from home \nNo they'll never understand \nThe R
EXTT3=emittance Man \n\nWell you can claim that you were born a prince \n
EXTT3=But you're the only one you can convince \nSurvivor with no livel
EXTT3=ihood \nThat you could ever make it good \nBut still you dream of 
EXTT3=what you can pretend \n\nAn unexpected passenger \nBoarded in Marse
EXTT3=illes \nAn angel full of tenderness \nShe gave her heart away \nShe
EXTT3= was but a gypsy \nHe was just a stray \nThey almost made a miracl
EXTT3=e but it slowly slipped away \nSo he follows the equator \nWith a 
EXTT3=wish to run aground \nIt's a very vicious circle \nGoin' round and
EXTT3= round and round \nAnd he watches from the fantail \nAs the mainla
EXTT3=nd disappears \nJust like the Flying Dutchman \nHe's a prisoner of
EXTT3= his fears \n\nRemittance Man \nBlacksheep of the family clan \nBrok
EXTT3=e too many rules along the way \nRemittance Man \nSo far away from
EXTT3= home \nNo they'll never understand \nNo they'll never understand 
EXTT3=\nNo they'll never understand \nThe Remittance Man \n\n
EXTT4=Diamond as Big as the Ritz\n\nHidden in the mountains \nUnder the e
EXTT4=arth and stone \nA cubic mile of perfection \nTreasure no one has 
EXTT4=known \nOne man came upon this motherlode \nBuilt himself a thousa
EXTT4=nd room chateau \n\nHe's the emperor of diamonds \nMaster of the pr
EXTT4=ize \nHe's got the hold on happiness \nAnd all that money can buy 
EXTT4=\nEveryday he lives in fascination \nThis is not an everyday tempt
EXTT4=ation, no \n\nIt's the diamond as big as the Ritz \nWhat you gonna 
EXTT4=do with this \nTell me who's goin' to save you \nWhen you're a sla
EXTT4=ve to the \nDiamond as big as the Ritz \n\nA blessing can become a 
EXTT4=curse \nIf you keep it to yourself \nour own exaggeration \nIs not 
EXTT4=so good for your health \nIt's the prophecy of the unattainable d
EXTT4=ream \nIf you take one look behind the shine \nIt doesn't always g
EXTT4=leam \n\nEveryday he lives in fascination \nThis is not an everyday
EXTT4= temptation, no \n\nIt's the diamond as big as the Ritz \nWhat you 
EXTT4=gonna do with this \nTell me, who's goin' to save you \nWhen you'r
EXTT4=e a slave to a \nDiamond as big as the Ritz \n\n(Diamond. Diamond. 
EXTT4=Diamond. Diamond. Diamond) \nCoal under pressure (Diamond) \nSpark
EXTT4=le of treasure (Diamond) \nCrystaline measure (Diamond) \nOn a men
EXTT4=tal pleasure (Diamond) \nIn the corner of your eye (Diamond) \nMak
EXTT4=e a grown man cry (Diamond) \nAll the seeds you've sown (Diamond)
EXTT4= \n\nGreed can crumble your castle walls \nGreed can purchase you t
EXTT4=hrills \nPower is a dangerous drug \nIt can maim, it can kill \nIt'
EXTT4=s the prophecy of the unattainable dream \nIf you take one look b
EXTT4=ehind the shine \nIt doesn't always gleam \n\nIt was a diamond as b
EXTT4=ig as the Ritz \nWhat you gonna do with this \nTell me, who's goin
EXTT4=' to save you \nWhen you're a slave to a \nDiamond as big as the R
EXTT4=itz \n\nIt was a diamond as big as the Ritz \nWhat you gonna do wit
EXTT4=h this \nTell me, who's goin' to save you \nWhen you're a slave to
EXTT4= a \nDiamond as big as the Ritz \n\n
EXTT5=Blue Heaven Rendezvous\n\nBlue light guitars and a tropical breeze
EXTT5= \nHummin' birds mime the words as they dance in the trees \nIt's 
EXTT5=a flashback kind of crowd \nIt's a cabaret sound \nThere's still s
EXTT5=ome magic left in this tourist town \n\nThose crazy days \nAnd craz
EXTT5=y ways \nWe never want to undo \nWe'll be together \nNow and foreve
EXTT5=r \nAt the Blue Heaven rendezvous \n\nWe're weird roman candles \nBu
EXTT5=rnin' bright at both ends \nAt the end of the road's \nWhere this 
EXTT5=story beings \nWhere the green of the gulf \nMeets the blue of the
EXTT5= sea \nWhat makes it all happen's \nStill a mystery to me \n\nThose 
EXTT5=crazy days \nAnd those crazy ways \nWe never want to undo \nWe'll b
EXTT5=e together \nNow and forever \nAt the Blue Heaven rendezvous \n\nIf 
EXTT5=these walls could talk \nI don't know what they'd say \nThey've se
EXTT5=en some accidental masquerades \nBut it's no surprise \nDances 'ti
EXTT5=l dawn \nHeroes long gone \nLet that guitar play \n\nWe'll be togeth
EXTT5=er \nNow and forever \nAt the Blue Heaven rendezvous \n\nWe'll be to
EXTT5=gether \nNow and forever \nAt the Blue, Blue Heaven rendezvous \n\n
EXTT6=Jimmy Dreams\n\nJimmy dreams \nHe's a child to the end \nWhat a joy 
EXTT6=\nWhen you are your best friend \nThe world's such a toy \nIf you j
EXTT6=ust stay a boy \nou can spin it again and again \n\nJimmy flies \nWi
EXTT6=th no use for disguise \nJust escapes \nUsing mirrors and capes \nA
EXTT6=nd the words do the trick \nThere is no bigger kick \nThan just rh
EXTT6=yming again and again \n\nSound of the low tide \nThe smell of the 
EXTT6=rain \nTravellin' alone \nOn my boat and my plane \nTake it all in 
EXTT6=\nIt's as big as it seems \nCount all your blessings \nRemember you
EXTT6=r dreams \n\nJimmy stares \nTowards the bright Pleiades \nIt's so st
EXTT6=range \nWhat his distant eye sees \nWho knows why you start \nRedis
EXTT6=covering your heart \nBut you do it again and again \n\nSound of th
EXTT6=e low tide \nSmell of the rain \nTravelling alone \nOn my boat and 
EXTT6=my plane \nTake it all in \nIt's as big as it seems \nCount all you
EXTT6=r blessings \nRemember your dreams \n\nJimmy stares \nTowards the br
EXTT6=ight Pleiades \nIt's so strange \nWhat his distant eye sees \nWho k
EXTT6=nows why you start \nRediscovering your heart \nou just do it agai
EXTT6=n and again \n\nThe world's still a toy \nIf you'll just stay a boy
EXTT6= \nAnd that's why Jimmy dreams. 
EXTT7=Lagie Nom Ai\n\nNordstrom was a simple man \nWho had some non-confo
EXTT7=rmist plan \nTo save his ass \n\nEvery night he danced alone \nAnd b
EXTT7=lotted out the monotone \nThat was his past \n\nHe packs his bag of
EXTT7= mysteries \nAnd leaves the lonely memories \nWhere they belong \n\n
EXTT7=They came and went so easily \nThis rising tide identity \nSings l
EXTT7=ike a song \nLet's sing \n\nLagie Nom Ai Nom Ai \nWhen you know that
EXTT7= life is just a game \nLagie Nom Ai Nom Ai (Oh!) \nHe's the man wh
EXTT7=o gave up his own name \n\nIn the roll of the cosmic dice \nou win 
EXTT7=one hard and lose it twice \nBefore you know \n\nLove is fine until
EXTT7= you taste \nThis melancholy bouillabaisse \nCalled letting go \n\nL
EXTT7=agie Nom Ai Nom Ai \nWhen you know that life is just a game \nLagi
EXTT7=e Nom Ai Nom Ai (Hey!) \nHe's the man who gave up his own name \n\n
EXTT7=He moved on up to old Beantown \nAnd summered on the Vineyard Sou
EXTT7=nd \nTo pass the day (day ay ay oh) \n\nIsland hopping craft he fou
EXTT7=nd \nTendin' bar he thinks he's found \nA better way (ay ay ay oh)
EXTT7= \n\nNow we're back where we belong \nWithout a clue and still with
EXTT7=out \nA master plan (ay ay ay oh) \n\nIncident or accident \nIt all 
EXTT7=depends on if you're meant \nTo understand (ay ay ay oh) \n\nLagie 
EXTT7=Nom Ai Nom Ai \nWhen you know that life is just a game \nLagie Nom
EXTT7= Ai Nom Ai \nHe's the man who gave up his own name \nHe's the man 
EXTT7=who gave up his own name \n\nSpoken: \neah, 'ol Nordstrom's gone. C
EXTT7=hecked out. Readin' \nthe wrong kind of books...listenin' to that
EXTT7= wild \nCarribbean music. He wiped himself out of his own compute
EXTT7=r. \nHe's the man who gave up his own name. He's gone. \n\n[NOTE: L
EXTT7=agie Nom Ai Nom Ai is island patois which loosely translates: \n"
EXTT7=The man who gave up his own name."] 
EXTT8=Don Chu Know\n\nou can spend all your days in the grind \nConvertin
EXTT8=g your nickels to dimes \nou could stuff all your pockets till th
EXTT8=ey overflow \nDon chu know \nDon chu know \nDon chu know \n\nou can s
EXTT8=ay you're too old to be young \nou think you're too smart to be d
EXTT8=umb \nBut the well-seasoned pro knows how long he can go \nDon chu
EXTT8= know \nDon chu know \nDon chu know \n\nou can sing every song that'
EXTT8=s been sung \nOffer the moon and the sun \nBut if you ask me it's 
EXTT8=all been both said and been done \n\nWe're just recycled history m
EXTT8=achines \nCavemen in faded blue jeans \nIt's the unanswered questi
EXTT8=on in each one of us \nDon chu know \nDon chu know \nDon chu know \n
EXTT8=\nThe more we learn the less we know \nWhat you keep is what you c
EXTT8=an't let go \nTake it fast or take it slow \nJust one way for you 
EXTT8=to go \nDon chu know \n\nSpoken: \nLet's go now \n\nou can sing every 
EXTT8=song that's been sung \nOffer the moon and the sun \nBut if you as
EXTT8=k me it's not in the race that you run \n\nIt's that outcast in ea
EXTT8=ch one of us \nWho get's the girl that is too glamorous \nThere's 
EXTT8=no one to deceive it's just all make believe \nDon chu know \nDon 
EXTT8=chu know \nDon chu know \nOh.... \nDon chu know \nDon chu know \nDon 
EXTT8=chu know \n\nDon chu know \nDon chu know \nDon chu know \n\nI Don't Kn
EXTT8=ow \nI Don't Know \n\nSpoken: \nWait a minute! Wait a minute! I can 
EXTT8=name that song in, in two notes. \nIt's another one of those song
EXTT8=s that I've written about not knowing much, or \nnot knowing what
EXTT8= I was doing, or not knowing where I was going, or not knowing \n
EXTT8=where I'd been. eah, Frank Bama once said the best navigators ar
EXTT8=e not quite sure \nwhere they're going until they get there...and
EXTT8= then they're still not sure. \nBut I know one thing...Indecision
EXTT8= may or may not be my problem. And this song is \ngone way too lo
EXTT8=ng, and it's, she's gettin out of control, and oh my god!... \n\n
EXTT9=The Ballad of Skip Wiley\n\nHe's a man on a mission \nWild as a ric
EXTT9=ochet \nPicture if you can when the Everglades ran \nFrom the Gulf
EXTT9= Coast to Biscayne Bay \n\nHe's gonna give it back to the gators \n
EXTT9=Lock the tourists up in theme parks and zoos \nHe says join me fo
EXTT9=r lunch at the reptile's brunch \nWhere the barometer soup is you
EXTT9= \n\nHe's crazy and dangerous \nBut who else can you trust \nHe's th
EXTT9=e outlaw in all of us \nThe environmental terrorist \n\nou can mess
EXTT9= with that mouse in Orlando \nJilt a tourist in St. Augustine \nou
EXTT9= can shoplift all day at Blockbuster \nBut you can't steal the Or
EXTT9=ange Bowl Queen \nNo you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen \n\nSpok
EXTT9=en: \nThat's unthinkable in the state of Florida \nWhat would the 
EXTT9=Chamber of Commerce say \nThis man is sick \neah \n\nThere were crim
EXTT9=es of epic proportions \nAll part of Skip Wiley's crusade \nTouris
EXTT9=ts were cackin' \nAnd tourists were packin' \nWhile he and Skeet c
EXTT9=ooled there heels in the shade \n\nThen came the citrus sensation 
EXTT9=\nWelcome to the revolution he said \nWith a pirates persona \nHe s
EXTT9=natched the gridiron madonna \nAnd the day groovers called for hi
EXTT9=s head \n\nHe's crazy and dangerous \nBut who else can you trust \nH
EXTT9=e's the outlaw in all of us \nThe environmental terrorist \n\nou ca
EXTT9=n mess with that mouse in Orlando \nJilt a tourist in St. Augusti
EXTT9=ne \nou can rag on the Miami Dolphins \nBut you can't steal the Or
EXTT9=ange Bowl Queen \nNo you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen \nNo, N
EXTT9=o you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen \n\nSpoken: \nWell Skip's c
EXTT9=aper it kinda backfired \nGot the orange juice barons rather upse
EXTT9=t \nIn the light of bad moves these manhunts ensued \nSkip easily 
EXTT9=slipped through the net \nHe was last seen atop of a mangrove \nPe
EXTT9=rched like a wounded osprey \nHe was not meant to last \nHe belong
EXTT9=s to the past \nAnd I hope he gets there one day \n\nHe's crazy and
EXTT9= dangerous \nBut who else can you trust \nHe's the outlaw in all o
EXTT9=f us \nThe environmental terrorist (terrorist) \n\nou can mess with
EXTT9= that mouse in Orlando \nJilt a tourist in St. Augustine \nou can 
EXTT9=shoplift your days at Blockbuster \nBut you can't steal the Orang
EXTT9=e Bowl Queen \nNo you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen \nNo you c
EXTT9=an't steal the Orange Bowl Queen \nThat's right 
EXTT10=The Night I Painted the Sky\n\nI came from the north \nEscaping con
EXTT10=vention \nModern invention that won't let me be \nTo the shores of
EXTT10= St. Martin \nWith my fiction addiction \nTo restart the fire \nA d
EXTT10=reamer's remedy \n\nIndependence Day \nAnd all I remember \nWas a mi
EXTT10=dnight rainbow \nThat fell from the sky \nAs I stand on the beach 
EXTT10=\nI slowly surrender \nTo the child in me \nThat can't say goodbye 
EXTT10=\n\nThe rockets in the air \nAnd the people everywhere \nPut away th
EXTT10=eir differences for a while \nOh I am still a child \nWhen it come
EXTT10=s to something wild \nOh that was the night \nI painted the sky \n\n
EXTT10=I dug in the sand \nLike a boy on a mission \nAnd there in my hand
EXTT10=s \nA pyro's delight \n\nIf un bombadier \nA night time magician \nI 
EXTT10=sparked the sky \nAs the rockets fly from view \n\nThe rockets in t
EXTT10=he air \nAnd the people everywhere \nPut away their differences fo
EXTT10=r a while \nes I am still a child \nWhen it comes to something wil
EXTT10=d \nOh that was the night \nI painted the sky \n\nOh the mortars the
EXTT10=y roar \nIn anticipation \nProceeding the sigh \nOf the uplifted ey
EXTT10=es \nIt showers us all \nIn sulfuric sensation \nThe colors shine \n
EXTT10=And a fiery rhyme tonight \n\nThe rockets in the air (Ooooh...) \nA
EXTT10=nd the people everywhere \nWon't you put away your differences fo
EXTT10=r a while \nI am but a child \nWhen it comes to something wild \nOh
EXTT10= that was the night \nThat was the night \nOh that was the night \n
EXTT10=I painted the sky \nPainted the sky \nPainted the sky 
EXTT11=Mexico\n\n\nBy: James Taylor \n1975 \n\nWay down here \nou need a reaso
EXTT11=n to move \nFeel a fool \nRunning your stateside games \nLose your 
EXTT11=load \nLeave your mind behind \nBaby, James \n\nOooh, Mexico \nIt sou
EXTT11=nds so simple \nI just got to go \nThe sun's so hot \nI forgot to g
EXTT11=o home \nI guess I'll have to go now \n\nAmericanos' got the sleepy
EXTT11= eyes \nBut his body's still shakin' like a live wire \nSenorita w
EXTT11=ith her eyes on fire \nDon't you know \n\nOooh, Mexico \nIt sounds s
EXTT11=o sweet \nWith the sun sinkin' low \nThe moon's so bright \nLikes t
EXTT11=o light up the night \nMake everything alright. \n\nBaby's hungry a
EXTT11=nd the money's all gone \nThe folks back home \nDon't want to talk
EXTT11= on the phone \nShe gets a long letter \nAnd sends back a postcard
EXTT11= \nTimes are hard. \n\nOoohh, down in Mexico \nI've never really bee
EXTT11=n \nSo I don't really know \nOooooh, Mexico \nI guess I'll have to 
EXTT11=go now. \n\nOooh, Mexico \nI've never really been \nBut, I'd sure li
EXTT11=ke to go \nWhoa, oooh Mexico \nI guess I'll have to go now. \n\nTalk
EXTT11=in' 'bout Mexico (Mexico) \nLittle honkeytonk out in Mexico (Mexi
EXTT11=co) \nSouth of Margaritaville \nI've been told \n\nSPOKEN: \n(?)Undel
EXTT11=e, undele, vaminos \nAhh, yeah, let's load this cast of character
EXTT11=s \non that boat and head south \nAhh, yeah we got a wind at our b
EXTT11=ack \nSmooth sailin' all the way \nWe got old Nordstrom, he's our 
EXTT11=chef \nHe's down in that galley cookin' up a \nBarometer Soup for 
EXTT11=us \nWe gotta stop at our offshore Bank of Bad Habits \nAnd make a
EXTT11= deposit or a withdrawl \nI don't know which one, y'know \nWe're g
EXTT11=oin' down to the land of the Mayans \neah, they were here long be
EXTT11=fore the cavemen were \nCavemen in blue jeans \nUhh, excuse me, th
EXTT11=at's not Politically Correct \nThat's cavepersons in blue jeans \n
EXTT11=Skip Wiley and Skeet, we may run into them \nUp to no good down t
EXTT11=here \nWatch out for those barefoot children \nStompin' around in 
EXTT11=those puddles \nAhh, yeah, and that remittance man \nHe's just goi
EXTT11=n' round and round \nHe may run into 'ol Frank Bama \nCruisin' aro
EXTT11=und in the Hemisphere Dancer \nI don't know, I might have my Lawn
EXTT11=-Boy down there... 
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