"Son Of A Son Of A Sailor"

   
 

   

As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.

Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.

Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.

And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,

 "Fool Button"

   
 

   

I woke up in a strange room
That I'd never seen before
Weird paintings on the wall
And mirrors on the ceiling
I bolted for the door.

Looking for my rent-a-car
Was the Cordoba blue or red
Tryin' to remember where I put the keys
Tryin' to remember what I said.

I pushed the fool button
My night went haywire
I pushed the fool button
Set my brain on fire.

Now I was sittin' in the corner of a very laid back bar
A little three piece band playin' on the stand
Not knowin' what lay in store
In a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage
The crowd went berserk, the band said, "What a jerk.

"The Last Line"

   
 

   

I've given my life for songs that I sing
As a matter of fact, I've given everything
But time has come to not make a sound
Time has come to lay my burden down
Ohhh wo, ohhh wo
It's come from behind, and now is the time
for the last line.

I've managed to keep some friends on my side
And lived through the time of rumors and lies
But now is the time to rest my heart
Let some other innocent fool take my part
Ohh wo, ohh wo
It's come from behind, and now is the time

"Livingston Saturday Night"

   
 

   

You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight,
You take a few tokes, make you feel all right,
Rockin' and rollin' on a Livingston Saturday Night.

Pickup's washed and you just got paid.
With any luck at all you might even get laid,
'Cause they're pickin' and a-kickin'
on a Livingston Saturday Night.

So won't you listen to the sound of a hot country band,
Boot heels shufflin' on the dance floor Sam
Sing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool,
Hittin' on the honeys right out of high school.
Yeah, fifteen may get you twenty,
but that's all right,
"Cause they're rockin and a rollin' on a
Livingston Saturday Night

So won't you listen to the sound of the hot country band,
Boot heels shufflin' on the dance floor Sam,
Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg,

 "African Friend"

   
 

   

Disembarking at Duvalier Airport
Seeking transportation to town
As the purple ink dried on his passport
He could still feel the eyes look around

"Messieur ou est le casino?"
He spoke to the cabbie and smiled
The driver replied "Vieux ou noveaux?"
As he motioned the dark man inside.

Business in Aruba concluded
He now had a little money to spend
That's how I came to meet my African friend

We were rollin' the bones several hours
Conversing as most gamblers do
We were calling on all of our powers
Hoping to see the night through.

But not approving at all of our winning
The pit boss he tugged at his sleeve

Coast Of Marseilles"

   
 

   

I sat there on the coast of Marseilles
My thoughts came by like wind through my hand
How good it'd be to hold you
How good it'd be to feel like that again
How good it'd be to feel like that again

Would you be remembering me?
I ask that question time and again
The answer came and haunted me so
I did not want to think it again
I did not want to think it again

You make it hard for me to forget
I haven't stopped loving you yet

When I left the coast of Marseilles
I hadn't done what I'd come to do

"Cowboy In The Jungle"

   
 

   

There's a cowboy in the jungle
And he looks so out of place
With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap Cheroots
And his skin as white as paste

Headin' south to Paraguay
Where the gauchos sing and shout
Now he's stuck in Porto Bello
Since his money all ran out
So he hangs out with the sailors
Might and day they're raisin' hell
And his original destination's just another
Story that he loves to tell.

With no plans for the future
He still seems in control
From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
He just had to learn to roll.

Roll with the punches
Play all of his hunches

 - "Manana"

   
 

   

She said I can't go back to America soon
It's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until June
Yeah, they're freezin' up in Buffalo stuck in their cars
And I'm lyin' here 'neath the sun and the stars.
Customs man tell her that she's gotta leave
She's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve
Wants to find her a captain, a man of strong mind
And any direction he blows will be fine.

Please don't say manana if you don't mean it
I have heard those words for so very long
Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong.

Tried and I tried but I don't understand
Never seems to work out the way I had it planned
Hanging out at a marina when Steve Martin called
Singin' anybody there really want to get small.

But women and water are in short supply
There's not enough dope for us all to get high
I hear it gets better, that's what they say
As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay.

- "Cheeseburger In Paradise"

   
 

   

Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.

But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccini, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.

Cheeseburger is paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.

"Son Of A Son Of A Sailor"

   
 

   

As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.

Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.

Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.

And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,