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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)"
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
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
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
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
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?
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
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
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
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
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
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
Beep!
Trick Daddy
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch 
Gold-digging for
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
Beep! 

I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it 
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic 
Old material bitch 
Gold digging for them
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
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
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