A White Sport Coat & A Pink Crustacean

Jun 30, 1973

The Great Filling Station Holdup

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The Great Filling Station Holdup WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN
by Jimmy Buffett

I pulled into the regular pump
I was feelin' quite at ease
I rolled down my window and told the man
"Fifty cents worth, please"
Then out jumped my partner
With his trusty pellet gun
He said, "Boy, this is a holdup
Keep pumpin' and don't run."

(Chorus)
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin; on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
Cause that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years.

We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP
A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV
Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career
We're wanted men-we'll strike again!
But first let's have a beer.

(Chorus)
We were sittin' in the Krystal
About as drunk as we could be
In walked the deputy sheriff
He was holding our TV
He roughed us, then he cuffed us
And he took us off to jail
No picture on a poster, no reward, and no bail.
(Repeat chorus)

1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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Railroad Lady

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Railroad Lady
A WHITE SPORTSCOAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN
by Jimmy Buffett/Jerry Jeff Walker

She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spending her days on the train
She's a semi-good looker
The fast rails they took 'er
Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.

South Station on Boston to the stockyards of Austin
From the Florida sunshine to the New Orlean's rain
Now that the railpacks
Has taken the best tracks
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.

She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spending her life on the trains
Once a pullman car traveler
Now the brakeman won't have 'er
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.

Once a high balling loner he thought he could own 'er
He bought her a fur and a big diamond ring
She hocked them for cold cash
Left town on the Wabash
Never thinking of home way back then.

But the rails are now rusty
The dining car's dusty
The gold plated watches have taken their toll
The railroads are dying
And the lady she's crying
On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal.

She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shaky
Spending her life on the train
She's a semi-good looker
But the fast rails they took 'er
Now she' tryin', just tryin' to get home again.

1973 Let There Be Music Inc. (ASCAP)
Groper Music Inc. (BMI)
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He Went to Paris

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He Went To Paris A WHITE SPORTSCOAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN
by Jimmy Buffett

He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own.
But the warm Summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
And Summers and Winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away.

Then he went to England, played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a fine life, she was a good wife
Bore him a young son named Jim.
And all of the answers and all of the questions
He locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
And twenty more years slipped away.

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry.
While the tears were falling, he was recalling
The answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound.

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilings
And drinks his green label each day
He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say.
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile then he'll say
Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all the way.

And he went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bother him so.

1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit

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Grapefruit - Juicy Fruit
A WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett

Grapefruit
Bathing suit
Chew a little Juicy Fruit
Wash away the night

Drive-in
Guzzle gin
Commit a little mortal sin
It's good for the soul.

(Bridge)
And oh, it gets so damn lonely
When you're on the plane all alone
And if I had the money, Honey
I'd strap you in beside me
And never ever leave you
Leave you at home all alone and crying.

Ten speed
No need
My pick-up gets me where I please
Chuggin' down the street.
But I'll be leavin'
In a little while
So close your eyes and I'll
Be back real soon

(Repeat bridge)
(Repeat first verse)

1973 ABC/Dunhill Music Inc (BMI)
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Why Don't We Get Drunk

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Why Don't We Get Drunk
A WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEANby Jimmy Buffett
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But your face don't look too clear
So, Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew
Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw.
(Chorus)
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen, Honey, I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw.
(Instrumental)
(Repeat chorus)

1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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Peanut Butter Conspiracy

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Peanut Butter Conspiracy
A WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett

Lookin' back at my hard luck days
I really do have to laugh
Workin' in a dive for twenty-six dollars
Spendin' it all on draft
We were hungry hard luck heroes
Tryin' just to stay alive
So we'd go down to the corner grocery
This is how we'd survive.

(Chorus)
Who's gonna steal the peanut butter
I'll get a can of sardines
Runnin' up and down the aisles of the Mini-Mart
Stickin' food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the racks
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the Mini-Mart back
Yes Sir, yes Sir
We would pay the Mini-Mart back.

It was a two man operation
Had it all down on a note
Ricky would watch the big round mirror
And I'd fill up my coat
Then we'd head for the check-out aisle
With a lemon and a bottle of beer
Into the car got to make it on home
'Cause supper time is gettin' near.
(Repeat chorus)

I guess every good picker has had some hard times
I have had my share
It's really kinda funny to laugh at it now
But I don't wanna go back there
So every now and then when I'm in a grocery
I'll take a little but not much
'Cause you never know when the hard times will hit ya
And I don't want to lose my touch.
(Repeat chorus)

1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More

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They Don't Dance Like Carmen Any More
A WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEANby Jimmy Buffett
Walkin' down new streets the music is loud
Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds
But I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more.
She and old Cougie, my what a pair
Doin' the Rhumba as no one else dared
Slidin' and glidin' 'cross Hollywood floors
But they don't dance like Carmen no more.
She had a big hat, my it was high
Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky
And how she could balance them, I wouldn't dare
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen nowhere
But the lady's not with us, she died long ago
And they don't run her movies on late midnight shows
'Cause the kids would get restless, and the grown-ups would snore
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more.
(Repeat second verse)

1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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I Have Found Me a Home

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I Have Found Me a Home
WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett

The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the same
And there are so many quiet places
And smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces.

(Chorus)
And I have found me a home
Yes, I have found me a home
And you can have the rest of everything I own
'Cause I have found me a home.

My old red bike
Gets me around
To the bars and the beaches of my town
And there aren't many reasons I would leave
Yes, I have found me some peace.

And the ladies aren't demanding there
They never ask too much
And when you're coming off a cold love
That's sure a nice warm touch.
(Chorus)

The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the same
And there aren't many reasons I would leave
Yes, I have found me some peace
Yes, I have found me a home.

1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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My Lovely Lady

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My Lovely Lady
A WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett

When I pay my bills
Gonna leave these Tennessee hills
Take my lady to the sea
That's where we both come from
That's where we both belong
Think I'll go back to the Keys.

(Chorus)
'Cause I don't want the thing that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All I want's the quiet and the comforts
That livin' with my lovely lady brings.

Somehow we survived the double talk and jive
Things are looking better all the time
I owe her all I can 'cause she made me understand
The simple way that we should live our lives.
(Chorus)

Let me tell you now she can eat her own weight up in crab meat
And there's plenty of that down there by the sea
Well, we're sailing in those warm December breezes
Sendin' picture post cards back to Tennessee.
(Repeat chorus)

1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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Death of an Unpopular Poet

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Death of an Unpopular Poet
A WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN by Jimmy Buffett

I once knew a poet who lived before his time
He and his dog Spooner would listen as he'd rhyme
Words to make you happy and words to make you cry
And then one day the poet suddenly did die.

But he left behind a closet filled with verse and rhymes
And through some strange transaction
One was printed in the Times
And everybody's searching for the king of underground
They found him down in Florida with a tombstone for a crown.

And everybody knows a line from his books that cost $4.99
I wonder if he knows he's doin' quite this fine.

'Cause his books are all best sellers and his poems were turned to song
They had his brother on a talk show though they never got along
And now he's called immortal, yes, he's even taught in school
They say he used his talents, a most proficient tool.

But he left all of his royalties to Spooner his old hound
Growing old on steak and bacon in his doghouse ten feet 'round
And everybody wonders did he really lose his mind
No, he was just a poet who lived before his time
Yes, he was just a poet who lived before his time.

1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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Cuban Crime of Passion

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Cuban Crime of Passion
A WHITE SPORTS COAT AND A PINK CRUSTACEAN
Jimmy Buffett/Tom Corcoran
Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
The ladies would pay and pay
Then one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town
And nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds.
'Cause he met up with Marita, a dancer in from the Coast
Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild
He loved that lady the most
'Til one night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan
So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life
And then he turned his own cold hand.
(Chorus)
And it's just a Cuban crime of passion
Messy and old fashioned
Yeah, that's what the papers did say
It's just a Cuban crime of passion
Anejo and knives a slashin'
But that's what the people like to read about
Up in America, up in America.
Well, they never found Marita, some people say she got ill
And Billy Voltaire had no one to claim him, he was buried on pauper's hill
And no one talks about 'em no more, it happened just a week ago
But people get by and people get high
In the tropics they come and they go.
(Repeat chorus)

1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

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