A White Sport Coat & A Pink Crustacean

By: jimmy buffett
1973
Lookin' back at my hard luck days
I really do have to laugh
Workin' in a dive for twenty six dollars
Spendin' it all on grass
We were hungry hard-luck heroes
Tryin' just to stay alive
We'd go down to the corner grocery
This is how we'd survive

Chorus:
Who's gonna steal the peanut butter
I'll get the can of sardines
Runnin' up and down the aisle of the mini mart
Stickin' food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the rack
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir! yes sir!
We would pay the mini mart back

It was a two man operation
Had it all down on a note
Ricky would watch that big round mirror
And i'd fill up my coat
Then we'd head for the check-out aisle
With a lemon and a bottle of beer
Into the car, got to make it on home
Suppertime's getting near

Chorus:
So who's gonna steal the peanut butter
I'll get the can of sardines
Runnin' up and down the aisle of the mini mart
Stickin' food in our jeans
Never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the rack
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir! yes sir!
We would pay the mini mart back

I guess every good picker has had some hard times
I sure had my share
It's really kinda funny to laugh at 'em now
But i don't want to go back there
So every now and then when i'm in the grocery
I'll take a little but not much
'cause you never know when those hard times'll hitcha
And i don't want to lose my touch

Chorus:
So who's gonna steal the peanut butter
I'll get the can of sardines
Runnin' up and down the aisle of the mini mart
Stickin' food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the rack
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir! yes sir!
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir, yes sir
We would pay the mini mart back

By: jimmy buffett
1973
I pulled into the regular pump
I was feelin' quite at ease
I rolled down my window and told the man, "fifty cents worth please"
Then out jumped my partner with his trusty pellet gun
He said, "boy this is a holdup, keep 'a pumpin' and don't run"

Chorus:
And now i wish i was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer
Yes i wish i was somewhere other than here
Because that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years

We got fifteen dollars and a can of stp
A big ol' jar of cashew nuts and a japanese tv
Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career
We're wanted men, we'll strike again
But first let's have a beer

Chorus:
And now i wish i was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer
Yes i wish i was somewhere other than here
Because that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years

(guitar instrumental)

We were sittin' in the krystal
About as drunk as we could be
In walks the deputy sheriff
And he's holdin' our tv
Roughed us then he cuffed us
And he took us off to jail
No pictures on a poster, no reward and no bail

Chorus:
And now i wish i was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer
Yes i wish i was somewhere other than here
'cause that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years

Coda:
Yes that great fillin' station holdup
It cost me two good years

By: jimmy buffett
1973
He went to paris lookin' for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Savin' the world on his own

But the warm summer breezes
The french wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
The summers and winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away

Then he went to england, played the piano
And married an actress named kim
They had a fine life, she was a good wife
And bore him a young son named jim

And all of the answers and all of the questions
Locked in his attic one day
'cause he liked the quiet clean country livin'
And twenty more years slipped away

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry

While the tears were a-fallin' he was recallin'
Answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left england without a sound

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's
And drinks his green label each day
Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin'
But he don't care what most people say

Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile and he'll say
"jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But i had a good life all the way"

Coda:
And he went to paris lookin' for answers
To questions that bothered him so

By: jimmy buffett
1973
Walkin' down new streets, music is loud
Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds
But i'm just an old man, i'd probably get sore
'cause they don't dance like carmen no more

She and ol' cougie, my what a pair
Jus' doin' the rhumba as no one else dared
Slidin' and glidin' 'cross hollywood floors
But they don't dance like carmen no more

-- spoken:
"take it marvin"

"shk chk, shk chk, shk chk"

Well now she had a big hat, my it was high
Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky
How she could balance it, i wouldn't dare
But they don't dance like carmen nowhere

"shk chk, shk chk, shk chk"

Ah but the lady's not with us, she died long ago
And they don't show her movies on late midnight shows
'cause the kids would get restless, and the grown-ups would snore
'cause they don't dance like carmen no more

Well now she and old cougie, my what a pair
Just doin' the boogie as no one else dared
Slidin' and glidin' 'cross hardwood waxed floors
But they don't dance like carmen no more

No more
No no no more
And i'm just an old man, i'd probably get sore
But they don't dance like carmen no more
Nah they don't dance like carmen no more

Coda:
Ten cents dance, i might take a chance
But they don't dance like carmen no more

By: jimmy buffett
1973
I once knew a poet
Who lived before his time
He and his dog spooner
Would listen while he'd rhyme
Words to make ya happy
Words to make you cry
Then one day the poet suddenly did die

But he left behind a closet
Filled with verse and rhyme
And through some strange transaction
One was printed in the times
And everybody's searchin'
For the king of undergound
Well they found him down in florida
With a tombstone for a crown

Everybody knows a line
From his book that cost four ninety-nine
I wonder if he knows he's doin'
Quite this fine

'cause his books are all best sellers
And his poems were turned to song
Had his brother on a talk show
Though they never got along
And now he's called immortal
Yes he's even taught in school
They say he used his talents
A most proficient tool

But he left all of his royalties
To spooner his ol' hound
Growin' old on steak and bacon
In a doghouse ten feet 'round
And everybody wonders
Did he really lose his mind
No he was just a poet who lived before his time
He was just a poet who lived before his time