The best song title in the business...

Please Take Your Drunken Fifteen Year-old Girlfriend Home

By: Jimmy Buffett
Please take your girlfriend home
She's only fifteen, she shouldn't be back here alone
I'm horny and my mind begins to roam
So please take your drunken fifteen year-old girlfriend home

She found mama's quaalude 'script
Took a few just right before the show

She is no beer drinker
She used the bathroom fifteen times I know

Her overtures were rather crude
Her boyfriend he was more than rude to me
I'm twenty-eight and I don't date
I still know classy women who like me

Chorus:
So please take your girlfriend home
She's only fifteen, she shouldn't be back here alone
I'm horny and my mouth begins to foam
So please take your 15 year-old girlfriend home

(INSTRUMENTAL)

She said our show was rather dull
She liked Jethro Tull more than she liked us
She said a cab cost twenty bucks
I gave her thirty cents to ride the bus

When she hit me with a mic
Something with which I could not agree
When she said she dug the harmonica player
A whole lot more than she dug me

CHORUS
So please take your girlfriend home
She's only 15, she shouldn't be back here alone
Oh, take her to go read the Rolling Stone
And please take your drunken 15 year-old girlfriend home

 

We have to decide who is hosting it!

 

A song that's always resonated for me...

It's My Job

By: Mac McAnally
1970
For Mac who reminds me of me seven years ago

In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb
I didn't know what about, but I was feelin' quite disturbed
A street sweeper came whistlin' by, he was bouncin' every step
It seemed strange how good he felt, so I asked him while he swept

Chorus:
He said, "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that makes a day for me."

I got an uncle who owns a bank, he's a self-made millionaire
He never had anyone to love, never had no one to care
He always seemed kinda sad to me and I asked him why that was
And he told me it's because in my contract there's this clause

Chorus:
That says, "It's my job to be worried half to death
And that's the thing people respect in me
It's my job but without it I'd be less
Than what I expect from me."

Now I've been lazy most all my life writin' songs and sleepin' late
And any manual labor I've done was purely by mistake
If street sweepers can smile then I've got no right to feel upset
But sometimes I still forget
'Til the lights go on and the stage is set
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat

Chorus:
It's my job to be different than the rest
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that's a rough break for me

Chorus:
It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that makes the day for me

- Notes:
Background Vocals: Mac McAnally, J.D. Souther

 

5 years...the 5th year was mostly skiing and listening to Buffett tunes while swilling , though...

 

For Mikey, because everytime I hear it it reminds me of his attitude and approach to life...

Growing Older But Not Up

By: Jimmy Buffett
1980
For all those who don't feel as old as they are and never will

I rounded first never thought of the worst
As I studied the shortstop's position
Crack went my leg like the shell of an egg
Someone call a decent physician
I'm no Pete Rose, I can't pretend
Though my mind is quite flexible, these brittle bones don't bend

Chorus:
I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead

Sometimes I see me as old manatee
Headin' south as the waters grow colder
Tries to steer clear of the hum-drum so near
It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulder
But that's how it goes (that's how it goes), right to the end
Though his body's quite flexible, that barnacle brain don't bend

Chorus:
I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm livin' than live while I'm dead

(instrumental)

Now don't get me wrong
This is not a sad song
Just events that I have happened to witness
And time takes its toll as we head for the poll
And no one dies from physical fitness
So what the hell, we'll take it right to the end
As the days grow more complicated the nightlife still wins

Chorus:
I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of change blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead
Let those winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead

 

Is this a good thing or bad?

 

My interpretation...good.

 

Thank you..I do try Great tune!

 

correction ....

 

The Weather is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful

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)"
"Where's my per diem? (Ladies and gentlemen, the Carl Reiner Band)"
"Hey Bobby, where's the keys to the rent-a-car?"
"Jimmy, Jimmy, can I open the show in Atlanta please?"
"Warning! Don't ever start a band!"

He worked hard all year, just wanted a few weeks alone
But his old lady's into modelin', she can't get away from a phone
Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says, "Down there there is nothing to do"
Her goddamn phone never stops ringin'
He'll try the service in a day maybe two

Well he's on his third drink before the wheels of the plane leave the ground
Makin' points with the stewardess high over Long Island Sound
She's also spending some time on the island
Too much city madness gives her the blues
They make a date to go dancin' and dinin'
It seems neither has that much to lose

Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
My thoughts aren't too clear but don't run away
My girlfriend's a bore, my job is too dutiful
Hell nobody's perfect would you like to play?
I feel together today

Well now that's just the start of a well-deserved overdue binge
Meanwhile back in the city certain people are starting to cringe
His lawyers are calling his parents
His girlfriend doesn't know what to think
His partners are studying their options
He's just singin' and orderin' drinks

Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear life's so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitiful
No place like home when you're this far away
I don't care what they say (I don't care)

He's goin' back to New York pack it up and let everyone know
It was something that he should have done such a long time ago
Still time to start a new life in the palm trees
Ah, Billy Clyde wasn't insane
And if it doesn't work out there'll never be any doubt
That the pleasure was worth all the pain

Chorus:
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear life's so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitiful
No place like home when you're this far away
Time for to play
I need time for to play
Time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play

- Notes:
Billy Clyde Tuggel was a character in the soap opera "All My Children".
(see album dedication)