Sunday, September 23, 2007

Jimmy's New Sled

Earlier this year, Mr. Buffett purchased a new sloop. Her name is "Groovy" and she is berthed in St. Barthelemy, FWI. She's a Tofinou 9.50 (about 30'), designed by Michel Joubert, and said to be as fast as she is expensive. Since were talking about books, take a lounge in a hammock and read his round the world trip on his classic Grumman amphibious plane, called "A Pirate Looks at Fifty." Trying to land his plane in any water area was a diaster as the athorities thought he had to be a drug runner. He got around it sometimes by giving the feds his t-shirts and CD's. Here is a look at GROOVY!

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  1. Jimmy even wrote a song about the time he was shot at in Jamaica as a susepcted drug runner.

    Jamaica Mistaica

    Some folks say that I've got the perfect life.
    Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife.
    I fly. I sail. I throw caution to the wind.
    Drift like a stratus cloud above the caribbean.

    But every now and then
    The dragons come to call.
    Just when you least expect it you'll be dodging cannon balls.
    I've seen to much not to stay in touch with a world full of love and luck.
    I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition.
    I never forget to duck.

    (Chorus)
    Come back
    Come back
    Back to Jamaica
    Don't you know we made a big mistaica
    We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
    And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

    It was a beautiful day
    The kind you want to toast
    We were treetop flyin'
    Movin' west along the coast
    Then we landed in the water
    Just about my favorite thrill
    When some asshole started firin'
    When we taxied to Negril

    Just about to lose my temper
    As I endeavored to explain
    We had only come for chicken
    We were not a ganja plane
    Well you should have seen there faces
    When they finally realized
    We were not some coked up cowboys
    Sportin' guns and alibies

    (Chorus)
    Come back
    Come back
    Back to Jamaica
    Don't you know we made a big mistaica
    We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
    And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

    They shot from the lighthouse
    They shot from the highway
    They shot from the top of the cliff
    They'd all gone haywire
    We're catchin' fire
    And there wasn't even a spliff

    Well the word got out
    All over the island
    Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin'
    Some thought me crazy for bein' way to nice
    But it's just another shitty day in paradise

    Come back
    Come back
    Back to Jamaica
    Don't you know we made a big mistaica
    We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
    And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

    Come back
    Come back
    Back to Jamaica
    Don't you know we made a big mistaica
    We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
    And we promise not to shoot you, promise not to shoot you,
    Promise not to shoot you out of the sky

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