
Last Mango in Paris Jimmy Buffett
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[Verse 1]
I went down to Captain Tony's to get out of the heat
Then I heard a voice call out to me, "Son, come have a seat"
I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes
Our lives change like the weather, but a legend never dies
[Chorus]
He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done"
[Verse 2]
"I had a third-world girl in Búzios with a pistol in each hand
She always kept me covered as we moved from land to land
I had a damn good run on Wall Street with my high-fashion model wife
I woke up dry beneath the African sky, just me and my swiss army knife"
[Chorus]
"I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done
[Verse 3]
We shot the breeze for hours as the sun fell from the sky
And like the sun, he disappeared before my very eyes
It was somewhere past dark-thirty and I went back to the head
I read upon the dingy wall, the words the old man said
I went down to Captain Tony's to get out of the heat
Then I heard a voice call out to me, "Son, come have a seat"
I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes
Our lives change like the weather, but a legend never dies
[Chorus]
He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done"
[Verse 2]
"I had a third-world girl in Búzios with a pistol in each hand
She always kept me covered as we moved from land to land
I had a damn good run on Wall Street with my high-fashion model wife
I woke up dry beneath the African sky, just me and my swiss army knife"
[Chorus]
"I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done
[Verse 3]
We shot the breeze for hours as the sun fell from the sky
And like the sun, he disappeared before my very eyes
It was somewhere past dark-thirty and I went back to the head
I read upon the dingy wall, the words the old man said
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