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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'
south of the Rio Bring the girls have a ball up all night no last call Then sleep in until ten wake up and do it all again Good friends are good for
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
[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
Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens I'm still getting chased by those lights Only the light's lime, and my mic's
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
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
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
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
verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes It's elementary. The elephants have entered the room. I venture to say we're the center of attention it's
as simple as nursery rhymes 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
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