By: jimmy buffett
1980
This song is for billy clyde tuggel. I hope you make it to tahiti one day.
-- spoken:
Play ball!! (one, two, three, four)
Wheres my per diem? (ladies and gentlemen, the carl reiner band)
Hey bobby, wheres the keys to the rent-a-car?
Jimmy, jimmy, can I open the show in atlanta please?
Warning! dont ever start a band!
He worked hard all year, just wanted a few weeks alone
But his old ladys into modelin, she cant get away from a phone
Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says, down there there is nothing to do
Her goddamn phone never stops ringin
Hell try the service in a day maybe two
Well hes on his third drink before the wheels of the plane leave the ground
Makin points with the stewardess high over long island sound
Shes also spending some time on the island
Too much city madness gives her the blues
They make a date to go dancin and dinin
It seems neither has that much to lose
Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
My thoughts arent too clear but dont run away
My girlfriends a bore, my job is too dutiful
Hell nobodys perfect would you like to play?
I feel together today
Well now thats just the start of a well-deserved overdue binge
Meanwhile back in the city certain people are starting to cringe
His lawyers are calling his parents
His girlfriend doesnt know what to think
His partners are studying their options
Hes just singin and orderin drinks
Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear lifes so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiris too fruitiful
No place like home when youre this far away
I dont care what they say (I dont care)
Hes goin back to new york pack it up and let everyone know
It was something that he should have done such a long time ago
Still time to start a new life in the palm trees
Ah, billy clyde wasnt insane
And if it doesnt work out therell never be any doubt
That the pleasure was worth all the pain
Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear lifes so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiris too fruitiful
No place like home when youre this far away
Time for to play
I need time for to play
Time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
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