Migration

Lookin back at my background

Tryin to figure out

How I ever got here

Some things are

Still a mystery to me

While others are much too clear

I'm just livin in the sunshine

Stay contented most of the time

Yeah listenin to murphy

Walker and willis

Sing me their texas rhymes

Most of the people

Who retire in florida

Are wrinkled and

They lean on a crutch

And mobile homes are

Smotherin my keys

I hate those bastards so much

I wish a summer squall

Would blow them all

The way up to fantasy land

Yeah they're ugly and square

They don't belong here

They looked a lot better as beer cans

Yeah and that's why it's

Still a mystery to me

Why some people live like they do

So many nice things

Happenin out there

They never even seen the clues

Whoa but were doin fine

We can travel and rhyme

I know we been doin our part

Got a caribbean soul I can barely control

And some texas hidden here in my heart

Well now I might have

Joined the merchant marine

If I hadn't learned how to sing

And on top of all that

I got married too early

Cost me much more than a ring

But now those crazy days are over

Just gotta learn from the

Wrong things you done

I came off the rebound

Started lookin around

Figured out it's time to have a little fun

Yeah and that's

Why it's still a mystery to me

Why some people live like they do

So many nice things happenin out there

They never even seen the clues

Whoa but were doin fine

We can travel and rhyme

I know we been doin our part

Got a caribbean soul I can barely control

And some texas hidden here in my heart

Well now if I ever live to be an old man

I'm gonna sail down to martinique

I'm gonna buy me a

Sweat stained bogart suit

And an african parakeet

And then i'll sit him on my shoulder

And open up my trusty old mind

I gonna teach him how to cuss

Teach him how to fuss

And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine

Yeah and that's why it's

Still a mystery to me

Why some people live like they do

So many nice things

Happenin out there

They never even seen the clues

Yeah but were doin fine

We can travel and rhyme

I know we been doin our part

Got a caribbean soul

I can barely control

And some texas hidden

Here in my heart

Yeah got a caribbean soul

I can barely control

And some texas

Hidden here in my heart

Yodelling