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By: jimmy buffett
1980
This song is for billy clyde tuggel. I hope you make it to tahiti one day.
-- spoken:
"play ball!! (one, two, three, four)"
by the car
Everybody was some kind of star
When we went out last night

Well the fact that I'm still breathing
Means that I must have survived
And that
Some days I just want to up and call it quits,
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits,
My
There's a girl at the bar wants to get me by the balls
The hangman is hanging if I autograph the noose
And lee harvey oswald's brother's on the loose
someone,
By the way they're runnin' you would swear the law was comin',
It's now or never, and tonight it's all or nothin',

Mama, Jimmy keeps leavin'
waitin' for the day to put you in your place

I'll have the fat bearded lady sittin' on your face
Bitch boy, bitchy, you might get hurt
Dead Carnival
we'd walk
And passers by, would shudder with delight
Mmm! Good times

And there was this man
All the cats were there
Just dirty enough to say, "We
hollow tits I'll rip the mike with hollow tips

Yeah, he's in control like Sherman Potter
And I got more balls then the Harlem Globetrotters
Jimmy Pop,
(They dribble on my balls in the whip, now that's a sports car)
Dog, you gotta see him when he drive by
(Cock-eyed) Have all the Ladys goin' GaGa
Me?
We took your invitations and shoved them down into your eyesockets one by one
Fly on you fat bastards, fly on hot rod classics
Out at the ball park
on top of the stage but under the lights
We, invadin' your crib and fuckin' your wife
So have a ball, no sports, no Spalding
Poppin' champagne, gon' spray
All my little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah"
Baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode
Tell me is ya with
some bad chick in front of the bed
You can have her dog I gotta get my money instead
You know I'm the type of nigga
Look ball till I fall
Ain't satisfied
chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
And my time is none, because I'm writing more
I don't hear to meet a soul in this business
It's elementary. The elephants have entered the room.
I venture to say we're the center of attention it's true
Not to mention back with a vengeance so
Well sure my movie part it won't be played by Al Pacino
Well, I hope you're not thinking I'm exactly Mr. Clean, though
As a kid, was in sin, and no
chased by those lights

Only the light's mine and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writing more
And I ain't here to meet a soul in this
Motherfucker, you'd better break yourself

My skin is my sin, look at my complexion
Section 8, erection great
Balls like Ru Paul and a big fat
jail?
When I can be on the street with my peep nigga
Countin' some mill
Hypnotized by fast thangs, fast cars and fast bitches
I'm tryin' to have fast
It's elementary. The elephants have entered the room.
I venture to say we're the center of attention it's true
Not to mention back with a vengeance so
still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
And my time is none, because I'm writing more
I don't hear to meet a soul
chased by those lights

Only the light's mine and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writing more
And I ain't here to meet a soul in this
like a bad man I said come get me
Known to ball
I said I got it all
More writing on my body than a bathroom stall
Getting cash by the fist full
[Lady]
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name (Darren)
This phone call may be monitored and recorded
know how you be killing 'em baby) How we killing 'em
(We know how you be ready to ball) c'mon, c'mon, you know we ready to do it
(We know how you be