歌曲 | Jamaica Mistaica |
歌手 | Jimmy Buffett |
专辑 | Banana Wind |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buffett, Guth, Kunkel, Mayer ... | |
Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
Some folks say that I've got the perfect life. | |
Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife. | |
I fly. I sail. I throw caution to the wind. | |
Drift like a stratus cloud above the caribbean. | |
But every now and then | |
The dragons come to call. | |
Just when you least expect it you'll be dodging cannon balls. | |
I've seen to much not to stay in touch with a world full of love and luck. | |
I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition. | |
I never forget to duck. | |
(Chorus) | |
Come back | |
Come back | |
Back to Jamaica | |
Don't you know we made a big mistaica | |
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye | |
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky | |
It was a beautiful day | |
The kind you want to toast | |
We were treetop flyin' | |
Movin' west along the coast | |
Then we landed in the water | |
Just about my favorite thrill | |
When some asshole started firin' | |
When we taxied to Negril | |
Just about to lose my temper | |
As I endeavored to explain | |
We had only come for chicken | |
We were not a ganja plane | |
Well you should have seen there faces | |
When they finally realized | |
We were not some coked up cowboys | |
Sportin' guns and alibies | |
(Chorus) | |
Come back | |
Come back | |
Back to Jamaica | |
Don't you know we made a big mistaica | |
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye | |
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky | |
They shot from the lighthouse | |
They shot from the highway | |
They shot from the top of the cliff | |
They'd all gone haywire | |
We're catchin' fire | |
And there wasn't even a spliff | |
Well the word got out | |
All over the island | |
Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin' | |
Some thought me crazy for bein' way to nice | |
But it's just another shitty day in paradise | |
Come back | |
Come back | |
Back to Jamaica | |
Don't you know we made a big mistaica | |
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye | |
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky | |
Come back | |
Come back | |
Back to Jamaica | |
Don't you know we made a big mistaica | |
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye | |
And we promise not to shoot you, promise not to shoot you, | |
Promise not to shoot you out of the sky |
zuo ci : Buffett, Guth, Kunkel, Mayer ... | |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
Some folks say that I' ve got the perfect life. | |
Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife. | |
I fly. I sail. I throw caution to the wind. | |
Drift like a stratus cloud above the caribbean. | |
But every now and then | |
The dragons come to call. | |
Just when you least expect it you' ll be dodging cannon balls. | |
I' ve seen to much not to stay in touch with a world full of love and luck. | |
I' ve got a big suspicion ' bout ammunition. | |
I never forget to duck. | |
Chorus | |
Come back | |
Come back | |
Back to Jamaica | |
Don' t you know we made a big mistaica | |
We' d be so sad if you told us goodbye | |
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky | |
It was a beautiful day | |
The kind you want to toast | |
We were treetop flyin' | |
Movin' west along the coast | |
Then we landed in the water | |
Just about my favorite thrill | |
When some asshole started firin' | |
When we taxied to Negril | |
Just about to lose my temper | |
As I endeavored to explain | |
We had only come for chicken | |
We were not a ganja plane | |
Well you should have seen there faces | |
When they finally realized | |
We were not some coked up cowboys | |
Sportin' guns and alibies | |
Chorus | |
Come back | |
Come back | |
Back to Jamaica | |
Don' t you know we made a big mistaica | |
We' d be so sad if you told us goodbye | |
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky | |
They shot from the lighthouse | |
They shot from the highway | |
They shot from the top of the cliff | |
They' d all gone haywire | |
We' re catchin' fire | |
And there wasn' t even a spliff | |
Well the word got out | |
All over the island | |
Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin' | |
Some thought me crazy for bein' way to nice | |
But it' s just another shitty day in paradise | |
Come back | |
Come back | |
Back to Jamaica | |
Don' t you know we made a big mistaica | |
We' d be so sad if you told us goodbye | |
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky | |
Come back | |
Come back | |
Back to Jamaica | |
Don' t you know we made a big mistaica | |
We' d be so sad if you told us goodbye | |
And we promise not to shoot you, promise not to shoot you, | |
Promise not to shoot you out of the sky |
zuò cí : Buffett, Guth, Kunkel, Mayer ... | |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
Some folks say that I' ve got the perfect life. | |
Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife. | |
I fly. I sail. I throw caution to the wind. | |
Drift like a stratus cloud above the caribbean. | |
But every now and then | |
The dragons come to call. | |
Just when you least expect it you' ll be dodging cannon balls. | |
I' ve seen to much not to stay in touch with a world full of love and luck. | |
I' ve got a big suspicion ' bout ammunition. | |
I never forget to duck. | |
Chorus | |
Come back | |
Come back | |
Back to Jamaica | |
Don' t you know we made a big mistaica | |
We' d be so sad if you told us goodbye | |
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky | |
It was a beautiful day | |
The kind you want to toast | |
We were treetop flyin' | |
Movin' west along the coast | |
Then we landed in the water | |
Just about my favorite thrill | |
When some asshole started firin' | |
When we taxied to Negril | |
Just about to lose my temper | |
As I endeavored to explain | |
We had only come for chicken | |
We were not a ganja plane | |
Well you should have seen there faces | |
When they finally realized | |
We were not some coked up cowboys | |
Sportin' guns and alibies | |
Chorus | |
Come back | |
Come back | |
Back to Jamaica | |
Don' t you know we made a big mistaica | |
We' d be so sad if you told us goodbye | |
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky | |
They shot from the lighthouse | |
They shot from the highway | |
They shot from the top of the cliff | |
They' d all gone haywire | |
We' re catchin' fire | |
And there wasn' t even a spliff | |
Well the word got out | |
All over the island | |
Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin' | |
Some thought me crazy for bein' way to nice | |
But it' s just another shitty day in paradise | |
Come back | |
Come back | |
Back to Jamaica | |
Don' t you know we made a big mistaica | |
We' d be so sad if you told us goodbye | |
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky | |
Come back | |
Come back | |
Back to Jamaica | |
Don' t you know we made a big mistaica | |
We' d be so sad if you told us goodbye | |
And we promise not to shoot you, promise not to shoot you, | |
Promise not to shoot you out of the sky |