| There’s sailboats and conch shells and palm trees galore
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| But Jimmy Buffett doesn’t live in Key West anymore
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| Sister spare change has a bumper sticker on the door
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| Says Jimmy Buffett doesn’t live in Key West any more
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| Hey smugglers need those Buffett songs, snitching on the sly
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| Bringing heat where it’s already to damn hot to die
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| Son of a son of a son of bitch, what’s all that bullshit for
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| Jimmy Buffett he don’t live in Key West anymore
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| Sailing to the Caribbean Jimmy might well be
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| Pictures up in Rolling Stone for all the world to see
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| The rich keep getting richer, the poor they just stay poor
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| Jimmy Buffett doesn’t live in Key West anymore
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| Now Jimmy’s moved to Malibu with all those other stars
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| He’s not down Duval Street hanging out in bars
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| All them God damned tourist, got to be a bore
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| Jimmy Buffett doesn’t live in Key West anymore
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| So don’t tell me I sound like Jimmy Buffett
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| Just because I got that island beat
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| Jimmy might have grown up on the ocean
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| Me, I kinda grown up on the street
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| Music’s just a way of life, me I’m livin' free
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| So don’t lay all that Key West Jimmy Buffett shit on me
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| Now Divers Do It Deeper must have really made them mad
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| Some of them reviewers said it really sounded bad
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| Well they liked Margaritaville, me I liked it too
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| Someday Jimmy, why don’t we just both get drunk and screw
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| Oh those creepy motherfuckers that think music is a whore
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| Tell that you just don’t live in Key West anymore
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| Alright boys, sound like Jimmy Buffett now |