looks like me I saw him through my telescope On a cloudless night in june As he rested between voyages At his beach house on the moon There are windows
Fordítás: Jimmy Buffett. Beach House On The Moon.
looks like me. I saw him through my telescope, On a cloudless night in June, As he rested between voyages At his beach house on the moon. There are
m just flesh and bone Tryin' to get the message through. Now we live in the age computers. They run everything in the world. And I'm a little behind on
I don't know and I don't care. I don't know and I don't' care. I don't know and I don't care. At his beach house on the moon
thrill. Maybe it's just evolution gone astray. The climate's too hot, music's gotten cold, I've livin' like a health nut but I still grow old. You do what you can on
stuff so much. Math suks math suks Sometimes I think that I don't know that much But math suks. I got so bored with my homework, I turned on the TV.
sauce boss does his cookin' on the stage, Stirrin' and a singing for his nightly wage. Sweating and frettin' from his head to his toe, Playin' and swayin' with the gumbo Prayin' and buffetin
changed, For the pilot and the planet, everything was rearranged. We're a pretty mixed up bunch Of crazy human beans It's written on our rocket ships
go away. It's no complex memento, it's no subtle revealing. Just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling. Vegas in the rain, drunk on cheap champagne
bloody sword No matter how I squint I cannot Make out what it's pointing toward Sometimes you feel like you've lived too long The days drip slowly on
the details are sordid. It was on the same day God's Own Drunk was recorded. A walkin' tall sheriff And a big Cadillac And me and my golf shoes On the
gonna be When it hits the fan Got a plan What you gonna do If it lands on you Where's your point of view. Down at the beach club there's a sales convention
call it joggin', I call it runnin' around, It's the best release you say you've ever found. Your friends all smile and agree Yeah, you were runnin' around on
Now I'm not talking 'bout excessive greed. The kind that puzzled the scribes and Pharisees. I don't worship it like a golden calf, But change in my pocket