Beach House On The Moon

By: john loudermilk

You call it jogging i call it running around
You say you're losing weight but you ain't lost a pound
While you're out jogging with your other friends
I'm home feeding the kids again
You call it joggin' i call it running around

You call it joggin' i call it running around
It's the best release you say you've ever found
Your friends all smile and agree yeah you were running around on me
You call it joggin' i call it running around

Somebody said they saw you down at the corner getting out of some stranger's car
You come home after running for hours ain't even breathing hard
Hmmm
You call it joggin' i call it running around

The soles of your running shoes they ain't wearing down
While you're out running up and down the streets
I'm at home trying to get the kids to sleep
Shhh
You call it joggin' i call it running around

(let's take a lap or two)

You been out since 5pm
It's now 30 minutes past 10
You blow in all out of breath
Honey you been drinking gin again?
You call it joggin' i call it running around

Draggin that silly old towel all over town
You come home grinning with your hair all wet
Smelling like shampoo instead of sweat
Mmm mmm mmm
You call it joggin' i call it running around

Oh yeah
You all it joggin' i call it running around
Yeah

By: jimmy buffett

I don't smoke i don't shoot smack
But i got a spicy monkey riding on my back
Don't eat beignets too much sugar and dough
But i will play for gumbo
Hey i will play for gumbo

It started in my grandma's in her kitchen by the sea
She warned me when where she told me "son the first one's free"
It hit me like a rock or some taekwondo
Cause i will play for gumbo
Oh yeah i will play for gumbo

A piece of french bread with which to wipe my bowl
Good for the body, good for the soul
It's a little like religion and a lot like sex
You should never know when you're gonna get it next

At midnight in the quarter or noon in thibodaux
I will play for gumbo
Yes, i will play for gumbo

I'm not talking quesadillas or a dozen krispy kremes
Or a pile of caviar that's a rich man's dream
No banana split or filet of pompano
No, i will play for gumbo
Yeah, i will play for gumbo


A piece of french bread with which to wipe my bowl
Good for the body, good for the soul
It's a little like religion and a lot like sex
You should never know when you're gonna get it next

It could be it's that sausage or those pretty pink shrimp
Or that popcorn rice that makes me blow up like a blimp
Maybe it's that voodoo from marie laveau
But i will play for gumbo
Hey i will play for gumbo

Now the sauce boss makes his cookin' on the stage
Singing and a-picking for his nightly wage
Sweating and a frettin' from his head to his toe
Playin' and swayin' with the gumbo
Prayin' and buffetin' with the gumbo

A piece of french bread with which to wipe my bowl
Good for the body, good for the soul
It's a little like religion and a lot like sex
You should never know when you're gonna get it next

>at midnight in the quarter or noon in thibodaux
I will play for gumbo
Hey i will play for gumbo

I will play for gumbo
I will play for gumbo

By: jimmy buffett, mac mcanally

Lindbergh left long island in 1927
He thumbed his nose at gravity
And climbed into the heavens.
When he returned to earth that night
Everything had changed
For the pilot and the planet
Everything was rearranged

We're a pretty mixed up bunch
Of crazy human beings
It's written on our rocketships
And in early cave wall scenes

How does it happen?
How do we know?
Who sits and watches?
Who does the show?

Some people love to lead
Some refuse to dance
Some people play it safely
Others take a chance

Still, it's all a mystery
This place we call the world
Where most live as oysters
While some become pearls

Now elvis was the only man
From north east mississippi
Who could shake his hips
And still be loved by
Rednecks, cops and hippies

It's something more than dna
That tells us who we are
Its method and magic
We are of the stars

Some never fade away
Some crash and burn
Some make the world go round
Others watch it turn

Still, it's all a mystery,
This place we call the world
Most are fine as oysters
While some become pearls

By: mac mcanally

With his head out the sunroof
And his heart in the right place
Plan b was foolproof
He drove off to her place
He yelled out his feelings
Among other stuff
It was too much tequila
Or not quite enough
It was too much tequila
Or not quite enough

It's a semi-true story
Believe it or not
I made up a few things
And there's some i forgot
But the life and the telling
Are both real to me
And they all run together
And turn out to be
A semi-true story

Well the picture is fuzzy
And the details are sorted
It was on the same day that god's own drunk was recorded
A walking tall sheriff and a big cadillac
And me and golf shoes on the hood making tracks
This daring young singer was under attack

It's a semi-true story
Believe it or not
I made up a few things
And there's some i forgot
But the life and the telling
Are both real to me
And they all run together
And turn out to be
A semi-true story

Well the things that i've lived
And i've dreamed
And i've seen
And i've heard
You'll take the good with the bad
And be glad that every word

It's a semi-true story
Believe it or not
I made up a few things
And there's some i forgot
But the life and the telling
Are both real to me
And they run like the rain
All the way to the sea
Semi-true stories

By: jimmy buffett

Cameron's getting logical
A vulcan in disguise
The mysteries of the night
Are putting sparkles in his eyes
He's looking for sound reasoning
But the best that i can do
Is this transcendental story
That i'll pass along to you

Pass the falls they call victoria
Down the river named the nile
Drifts a tiny little handmade boat
It's shaped just like a smile
And steered by a magician
With the knowledge that he needs
To keep him on his destined course
Pass the crocodiles and reeds

He's the admiral of the ocean
The lone eagle in the sky
He gave me my first sextant
And he taught me how to fly

It's been quite a lengthy passage
From the dawn of time til now
He has weathered the infernal storms
In his trusty petite dhow
He has soared above collassal waves,
Sailed the endless sea
Sometimes he resembles you
Sometimes he looks like me

I saw him through my telescope
On a cloudless night in june
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon

There are windows to the galaxies
And hallways to the past
There are trapdoors to the future
And a splintered ancient mast
There are relics from apollo trips
When the earth men came to play
And a hammock from a distant star
Out in the milky way

He's the admiral of the ocean
The lone eagle in the sky
He gave me my first sextant
And he taught me how to fly
I saw him through my telescope
On a cloudless night in june
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon

A striped bass breaks the surface
As the sunset fades away
And our journey from the sea of storms
Takes us home besides the bay
We go fishing in the ocean
We go travelling back in time
Like the song says teach your children
To go fishing with their mind

Cameron's contemplating
I'm not sure just what he thinks
Is my dad some kind of lunatic
With his stories and high hijinks
Then he says when i get old and gray
And feel like i'm marooned
He will take me in his rocketship
To that beach house on the moon

By: jimmy buffett

Missing link crouched upon a promontory rock
Trying to figure out his biological clock
No one around to announce his arrival
So he's got to get to work on his sense of survival

Oh, oh it's a dangerous world

Oh but in china they got smart real fast
That's where they invented the manmade blast
They lost a few fingers and some bamboo shacks
But they gave birth to a tribe of pyromaniancs

Oh, oh it's a dangerous world (dangerous world dangerous world)
Fire in the sky, lava in the ocean
Sitting around waiting for the next explosion

Back in the 50s they thought it made good sense
To teach all the school children 'bout civil defense
Don't be scared (don't be scared)
Do not cry (please don't cry)
Just dive under your desk and kiss your ass goodbye

Oh, oh such a dangerous world (dangerous world dangerous world)

It was a hell of a hustle
Paranoia promotion
Everybody duck and cover just waitin' for the next explosion

Where're you gonna be when it hits the fan
Got a plan
Whatcha gonna do if it lands on you
Where's your point of view

Down at the beach club there's a sales convention
Night sky is the focus of that crowd's attention
It's no cosmic collision just a fireworks show
But they feel it in their hearts when those concussion bombs blow

Oh, oh such a dangerous world (dangerous world dangerous world)

Gunpowder's louder than newton's law of motion
Everybody's waiting for the next explosion

Fire on the sky falling in the ocean
Sitting around waiting for the next explosion
(sitting around waiting for the next explosion)