| She said I can’t go back to America soon
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| So goddamn cold it’s gonna snow until June
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| Yeah, they’re freezin' up in Buffalo stuck in their cars
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| And I’m lyin' here 'neath the sun and the stars
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| Customs man tells her that she’s gotta leave
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| She’s got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve
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| Wants to find her a captain, a man of strong mind
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| And any direction he blows will be fine
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| Please don’t say manana if you don’t mean it
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| I have heard those words for so very long
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| Don’t try to describe the ocean if you’ve never seen it
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| Don’t ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong
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| Tried and I tried but I don’t understand
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| Never seemed to work out the way I had it planned
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| Hangin' out at a marina when Steve Martin called
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| Singin' anybody there really want to get small
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| But women and water are in short supply
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| There’s not enough dope for us all to get high
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| I hear it gets better, that’s what they say
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| As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay
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| Please don’t say manana if you don’t mean it
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| I have heard your lines for so very long
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| Don’t try to describe the scenery if you’ve never seen it
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| Don’t ever forget that you just may wind up in my song
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| Alright let’s reggae, Reefers!
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| Called my friends on those cheap nightly rates
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| Sure was good to talk to the old United States
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| While the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west
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| I see General Electric’s still doing their best
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| I got to head this boat South pretty soon
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| New album’s old and I’m fresh out of tunes
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| But I know that I’ll get 'em, I know that they’ll come
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| Through the people and places and Callwood’s Rum
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| So please don’t say manana if you don’t mean it (don't mean it)
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| I have done your lines for so very long
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| Don’t try to describe a Kiss concert if you’ve never seen it
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| Don’t ever forget that you just may wind up being gonged
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| And I hope Anita Bryant never ever does one of my songs
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| No, no, no… |