Oh oh oh oh oh oh Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh oh oh oh oh oh Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Feel like the world is on my shoulders I'm broken heart I'm sober now (I'm sober now) I have an insecure disorder order I'm on my radio is three to six now (I'm on my radio is three to six now) It's all the same peanut butter ne dovi 'Cause you never was around Yeah, taimbova ocean nema waves Tsime nechitini but it's over now You should be loving me the same (loving me the same) Ndide Maidei, ndide Maidei (ndide Maidei) You should be loving me the same (You should be loving me the same) Ndide Maidei (ndide Maidei) ndide Maidei Babe inzwa inini I've been lonely, I've been fighting (fighting, fighting) I've been kwese kwese in the world Kumasowe kumatombo looking for remedies Yeah, yeah It's all the same peanut butter ne dovi 'Cause you never was around Yeah, taimbova ocean nema waves Tsime nechitini but it's over now You should be loving me the same (loving me the same) Ndide Maidei, ndide Maidei (ndide Maidei) You should be loving me the same (You should be loving me the same) Ndide Maidei (ndide Maidei) ndide Maidei Oh oh oh oh oh (ndide Maidei) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (ndide Maidei Oh oh oh oh oh (ndide Maidei) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah) It's all the same peanut butter ne dovi 'Cause you never was around Yeah, taimbova ocean nema waves Tsime nechitini but it's over now You should be loving me the same (loving me the same) Ndide Maidei, ndide Maidei (ndide Maidei) You should be loving me the same (You should be loving me the same) Ndide Maidei (ndide Maidei) ndide Maidei Hoya hoya yeah yeah, hoya hoya yeah yeah Hoya hoya yeah yeah, hoya hoya yeah yeah Hoya hoya yeah yeah, hoya hoya yeah yeah Hoya hoya yeah yeah, hoya hoya yeah yeah You should be loving me the same Ndide Maidei (Maidei) You should be loving me the same (me the same) Ndide Maidei ndide Maidei Ndide Maidei (ndide Maidei) Ndide Maidei (ndide Maidei) Ndide Maidei (ndide Maidei) Ndide Maidei (ndide Maidei) Ndide Maidei!

I'm only half drunk If you were thinkin' of pourin' more wine It's only midnight And I got nothin', nothin' but time Is it half empty or half full? This glass of mine I'm only half wrong If you were thinkin' 'bout stayin' this time It's only midnight And I got nothin', nothin' but time It may be half-baked But I've got lots, lots of ideas Hey darlin', here's one Won't you come and lend me your ear? Like Mona Lisa gave old Da Vinci that half smile I'll paint a picture that will half convince you I'm fine It's only midnight And I've got nothin', nothin' but time I got half a mind to tell you 'bout it, brother It's always six of one, and half a dozen of the other This or that, tit for tat My baby's on the line I'm always only half the way to makin' her all mine I'm only half drunk If you'll be buyin' one more round I've been half crazy Tryin' to simmer, simmer on down You see half the people, but only half of half of the time Tell me, how can a nickel stand right up to a dime? I'm only half drunk This night is half gone And I'll be long gone before too long It's only midnight And I've got nothin', nothin' but time I'm only half drunk If you were thinkin' of pourin' more wine

She came down from Cincinatti It 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's taking care to look for sharks They hang out in the local bars And they feed right after dark Can't you feel them 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 Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh-woah You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only girl in town She's saving up all of her money Wants to hit it south in may Maybe roll in the sand with a rock 'n roll man Somewhere down Monserat 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 cards from the road Can't you feel them closing in, honey? Can't you feel them schooling around? You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only girl in town Sailed off to Antigua It took her three days on a boat Looking for some peace and quiet Maybe keep her dreams afloat But now she feels like A remora With the school still close at hand Just behind the reef are the big white teath Of the sharks that can swim on the land Can't you feel them circling, honey? Can't you feel them 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

Way down here, you need a reason to move Feel a fool running your stateside games Lose your load, leave your mind behind Baby, James Oh, Mexico It sounds so simple, I just got to go The sun's so hot, I forgot to go home I guess I'll have to go now Americano's got the sleepy eyes But his body's still shakin' like a live wire Senorita with her eyes on fire Don't you know Oh, Mexico It sounds so sweet with the sun sinkin' low The moon so bright likes to light up the night Make everything alright Baby's hungry and the money's all gone The folks back home don't want to talk on the phone She gets a long letter and sends back a postcard Times are hard Oh, down in Mexico I've never really been, so I don't really know Oh-oh-oh, Mexico I guess I'll have to go now Oh, Mexico I've never really been but I'd sure like to go Oh-oh-oh, Mexico I guess I'll have to go now Talkin' 'bout Mexico (Mexico) Little honkey tonk down in Mexico South of Margaritaville, I've been told Andale, Andale, vamonos Oh, yeah, let's load this cast of characters on that boat and head south Oh, yeah, we got a wind at our back Smooth sailin' all the way We got old Nordstrom, he's our chef He's down in that galley cookin' up a Barometer Soup for us We gotta stop at our offshore Bank of Bad Habits And make a deposit or a withdrawal I don't know which one, y'know? We're goin' down to the land of the Mayans Yeah, they were here long before the cavemen were Cavemen in blue jeans, oh, excuse me, that's not Politically Correct That's cave persons in blue jeans Skip, Wiley and Skink, we may run into them Up to no good down there Watch out for those barefoot children Stompin' around in those puddles Oh, yeah, and that remittance man He's just goin' 'round and 'round He may run into 'ol Frank Bama Cruisin' around in the Hemisphere Dancer I don't know, I might have my Long Board down there