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(...here with me) Baby's gone shoppin', she should be here with me (he should be...) (...here with me) No more bar, no more bar, no more bar hoppin' Should be here with me (he should be here with me) She should be here with me She should be here with me (he should be...) (...here with me) No more bar, no more bar, no more bar hoppin' Should be here with me (he should be here with me) She should be here with me (gone shoppin') Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-baby's gone shoppin' (gone shoppin') She should be here with me She should be here with me (gone shoppin', he should be...) She should be here with me (he should be here with me) She should be here with me (gone shoppin', he should be here!) Bring Back the Magic Bring Back the Magic BRING BACK THE MAGIC Jimmy Buffett and Will Jennings Chorus Nothing can tear you apart If you keep living straight from the heart Though you know that you're gonna hurt some The magic will come If you keep living straight from the heart you will know when to stop and to start Once you see that no one really wins Then the magic begins Bring back the magic Don't make life so tragic Bring back the magic Don't make life so tragic Beachcombers ride oh children lost in the tide Time's never at their command Waves melt all castles of sand Melts all castles of sand Bring back the magic Don't make life so tragic Bring back the magic Don't make life so tragic Red sky at night such a sailor's delight Red sky at dawn oh gypsy song's comin' on Gypsy song comin' on Song comin' on Chorus Nothing can tear you apart If you keep living straight from the heart Though you know that you're gonna hurt some The magic will come If you keep living straight from the heart You will know when to start and to stop Once you see that no one really wins Then the magic begins Bring back the magic Don't make life so tragic Bring back the magic Don't make life so tragic My Barracuda My Barracuda MY BARRACUDA Jimmy Buffett/Michael Utley/Russell Kunkel/Steve Cropper Well I saw this couple Just the other day Livin' under a bridge In a homeless way Like a million others All over this land Livin' day to day Without a master plan In this unforgiving world There ain't no doubt It will chew you up And it will spit you out She calls him barracuda My barracuda She used to work in the circus A real high wire act He was a lion tamer Up until the attack He came without instructions Then he came unglued Now he's just a monster in a human suit She calls him barracuda My barracuda She still can't figure out What she's doin' down here Ans she don't know If he loves her or not He may be a barracuda But he's the only lover she's got Barracuda Prince of Tides Prince of Tides PRINCE OF TIDES Jimmy Buffett/Michael Utley African drums are silent and the Wingos are poets at last Out on Dafuskie Island, the bulldozers bury the past And the low country sinks, she cannot swim the dogwood feels the hurt While the foursome plays on borrowed days in their alligator shirts Chorus Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides How can you tell how it used to be When there's nothing left to see One night they put a price on the sunset and that got the whole earth shakin' Those rose from the grave both the weak and the brave 'cause history was there for the makin' And the winos surrounded the condos forming a frail human fence And they shouted out loud to the roar of the crowd "Same old story, more dollars than sense" Chorus Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides How can you tell how it used to be When there's nothing left to see Paperback novels make young girls dream and Judy's spending quieter days in the stream With Giovinno, Goodman, Phil and Mac D, they were such good friends to me Chorus Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides How can you tell how it used to be When there's nothing left to see Heaven knows but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides How can you tell how it used to be When there's nothing left to see Nothing left to see And beach music beach music beach music just plays on Pre-You Pre-You PRE-YOU Jimmy Buffett/Ralph MacDonald/William Salter Mysterious lost weekend in a land where time stands still Where people fall in love again just for one more thrill My girl and I went walking by the Caribbean sea Someone snorkeled by raised her head up high And my girl said who's she

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