Margaritaville

11-05-20 GC145NW

GC145NW
39.4051 -75.0683

All of those tourists covered with oil

Jimmy Buffet, Margaritaville

My eyes! My eyes! Pecker suits and hairy backs. There’s a suit in there. Cellulite ripples. Varicosity blinds us all. Coppertone, Jodie Foster, putt putt, and all profit; the rest of us suffer.

Searching for my lost shaker of salt

Jimmy Buffet, Margaritaville

Love the salt! Mom and Dad turned me onto them. It had been some time since NB. Go for the worm. Vermicomposting at the bar?

How it got here I haven’t a clue

Jimmy Buffet, Margaritaville

The hole closed up. The barber clipped the pony. Fedora was shelved. Tie-dyes disintegrated. Brooks Brothers changes eye direction. Only footsteps; nothing physical. That’s how I roll.

Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame

Jimmy Buffet, Margaritaville

Some people? All men. Perhaps even a woman or two. Tug of love. The grill’s outside. The car’s outside. Hunting. Fishing. Sports. There’s a reason, something for ev’ry season.

No tourists here. Bankruptcy. Even so, not shore to please. Townies. Shoobies. Bigger rift. Phish!

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