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Boat Drinks

Boat Drinks
By: Jimmy Buffett
1979

Boat drinks
Boys in the band ordered boat drinks
Visitors scored on the home rink
Everything seems to be wrong

Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare
I gotta to fly to Saint Somewhere
I'm close to bodily harm
Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on
Nobody cares they are way too far gone
Screamin' "boat drinks", something to keep 'em all warm

This mornin', I shot six holes in my freezer
I think I got cabin fever
Somebody sound the alarm

I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow
Could you beam me somewhere Mr. Scott?
Any ol' place here on Earth or in space
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot

Oh I know, (I know)
I should be leaving this climate
I got a verse but can't rhyme it
I gotta go where it's warm

Boat drinks
Waitress I need two more boat drinks
Then I'm headin' south 'fore my dream shrinks

I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm)
I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm)
I gotta go where it's WARM!

I gotta go where there ain't any snow
Where there ain't any blow
'Cause my fin sinks so low
I gotta go where it's warm

Notes -
Background Vocals: Deborah McColl, Harry Dailey, Jimmy Buffett



Lage Nom Ai

Nordstrom was a simple man
Who had some non-conformist plan
To save his ass

Every night he danced alone
And blotted out the monotone
That was his past

He packs his bag of mysteries
And leaves the lonely memories
Where they belong

They came and went so easily
This rising tide identity
Sings like a song
Let's sing

Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai
When you know that life is just a game
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai (Oh!)
He's the man who gave up his own name

In the roll of the cosmic dice
You win one heart and lose it twice
Before you know

Love is fine until you taste
This melancholy bouillabaisse
Called letting go

Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai
When you know that life is just a game
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai (Hey!)
He's the man who gave up his own name

He moved on up to old Beantown
And summered on the Vineyard Sound
To pass the day (day ay ay oh)

Island hopping Crab Key bound
Tendin' bar he thinks he's found
A better way (ay ay ay oh)

Now we're back where we belong
Without a clue and still without
A master plan (ay ay ay oh)

Incident or accident
It all depends on if you're meant
To understand (ay ay ay oh)

Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai
When you know that life is just a game
Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai
He's the man who gave up his own name
He's the man who gave up his own name

Spoken:
eah, 'ol Nordstrom's gone. Checked out. Readin'
the wrong kind of books...listenin' to that wild
Carribbean music. He wiped himself out of his own computer.
He's the man who gave up his own name. He's gone.

[NOTE: Lage Nom Ai Nom Ai is island patois which loosely translates:
"The man who gave up his own name."]

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