Jamaica Mistaica Jimmy Buffett
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[Verse 1]
Some folks say that I've got the perfect life
Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife
I fly, I sail, I throw caution to the wind
Drift like a stratus cloud above the Caribbean
[Verse 2]
But every now and then, the dragons come to call
Just when you least expect it, you'll be dodgin' cannonballs
I've seen too much not to stay in touch with a world made of love and luck
I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition, I never forget to duck
[Chorus]
Come back, come back, back to Jamaica
Don't you know, we made a big mistake-a
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky
[Verse 3]
It was a beautiful day, the kind you'd want to toast
We were treetop flyin', movin' west along the coast
Then we landed in the water, just about my favorite thrill
When some asshole started firing as we taxied to Negril
[Verse 4]
Just about to lose my temper as I endeavored to explain
We had only come for chicken, we were not a ganja plane
Well, you should have seen their faces when they finally realized
We were not some coked-up cowboys sporting guns and alibis
Some folks say that I've got the perfect life
Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife
I fly, I sail, I throw caution to the wind
Drift like a stratus cloud above the Caribbean
[Verse 2]
But every now and then, the dragons come to call
Just when you least expect it, you'll be dodgin' cannonballs
I've seen too much not to stay in touch with a world made of love and luck
I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition, I never forget to duck
[Chorus]
Come back, come back, back to Jamaica
Don't you know, we made a big mistake-a
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky
[Verse 3]
It was a beautiful day, the kind you'd want to toast
We were treetop flyin', movin' west along the coast
Then we landed in the water, just about my favorite thrill
When some asshole started firing as we taxied to Negril
[Verse 4]
Just about to lose my temper as I endeavored to explain
We had only come for chicken, we were not a ganja plane
Well, you should have seen their faces when they finally realized
We were not some coked-up cowboys sporting guns and alibis
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