The iPod channeled my soul
While on the bus this song started…and I got to thinking…
Boat drinks
Boys in the band ordered boat drinks
Visitors scored on the home rink
Everything seems to be wrong
I thought….oh yeah…something is wrong here…
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare
I gotta to fly to saint somewhere
I’m close to bodily harm
Didn’t I get a Travel Zoo email about a really cheap Hawaiian cruise?
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
Oh yeah…cabin fever….or some kinda fever is going on for sure!
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
I’ve always wished Scotty or O’Brien could beam me somewhere, that’s a brilliant idea.
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
I’m so sick of this cold and windy crap…I really need somewhere warm, with a beach….palm trees…and…
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
I never thought Jimmy Buffet or my iPod could see my deepest secrets until this morning.
