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's christmas in the caribbean Got everything but snow Suntanned children sleeping Hoping Santa will come true Christmas morning marlin leaping Oh it's papa's birthday Mister Buffett

[Spoken:] Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen. I'd like to do this next song especially for you. and for the king Well....I walk up to the mike

Better days are in the cards I feel Feel it in the changin' wind I feel it when I fly So talk to me I'll listen to your story I've been around enough

Middle of the night Hold on til morning We will see the light Love is spawning Middle of the night Hold on forever We will get it right All together

Open season on the open seas and Captain says no prisoners please Skull and crossbones on a background of black We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back

As the son of a son of a sailor, I went out on the sea for adventure, Expanding their view of the captain and crew Like a man just released from indenture

to talk to the old United States While the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west I see General Electric's still doing their best. I've got to head this boat

Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors Play fiddle tunes under the stars. Petticoats rustle, working shoes scuffle, Hustle on down to the bars

the music ring He was making his way home on a dark and stormy night When he heard a cry for help, he saw a flashing light When he reached the other boat