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Good evening, USA
Please welcome, Jimmy Buffett
She came down from Cincinnati
Took her three days on a train
Looking for some peace and quiet
Hoped to see the sun again
But now, she lives down by the ocean
She takes care to look for sharks
They hang out in the local bars
And they feed right after dark
Can't you feel 'em circling, honey?
Can't you feel them swimming around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only bait in town
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only girl in town
Well, she's saving up most of her money
Wants to hit it south in May
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock and roll man
Somewhere down Montserrat way
But the money's good and the season
Helps to lighten up her load
Boys keep her high as the months go by
She's getting post card on the road
Can't you feel 'em closing in, honey?
Can't you feel 'em schooling around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only girl in town
The only one, baby
Well, she sailed down to Antigua
Took her three days on a boat
Looking for some peace and quiet
Hopes to keep her dreams afloat
But now, she feels like a remora
While the school's still close at hand
Yeah, just behind the reef are the big white teeth
Of the sharks that can swim on the land
Can't you feel 'em circling, honey?
Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only bait in town
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only girl in town
Thank you very much and good evening, Minneapolis
Yeah
The Fourth of July, alright
Happy birthday, America
We'd also like to say hello to, ah, everybody across the country
I don't know if you're aware of it tonight
But we're doing a satellite broadcast to about 50 stations
How much beer you think was drunk in America today, huh?
Two six-packs? Three?
So, we want all y'all here to settle back and have a good time
'Cause we couldn't think of anything better to do
Than be working for you on the Fourth of July
We have our day off on the sixth, yeah
Have a sixth of July party, making up for lost time
We're gonna, I know that the people on the radio
Can't smell all this good reefer y'all are smokin' here in Minneapolis, but, ah
I can
I'll tell you what it smells like
It sort of smells like burning bushes
We're gonna do some old songs for ya
And also cover some brand-new material that we're about to go in and record
So just sit back, have a great time, and ah, have at it
This is a little older song we'll do for everybody down in, ah
Down in Dade County that might be listening, for the lovely Marissa
This is called "Cuban Crime of Passion"