Coconut Telegraph

By: jimmy buffett, david loggins
1980
For jane
Island i see you in the distance
I feel that your existence
Is not unlike my own
Island they say no man is like you
They say you stand alone
Sometimes i feel that way too
It's the need for love

Heart and soul accompaniment
Seems to make me different from you

Chorus:
Well i tried to book passage, but you have no ports
And i tried to sail in, but your wind and waters
Tore my sails and broke all my oars

Island i see you in the moonlight
Silhouettes of ships in the night
Just make me want that much more
Island i see you in all of my dreams
Maybe someday i'll have the means to reach your distant shores
When the need for love

Heart and soul accompaniment
No longer makes me different from you

Chorus:
Well i tried to build bridges
But they all fell down
And i've taken to the air on wings of silver
But i always hit the ground

(instrumental)

Well i tried to book passage, but you have no ports
And i tried to sail in, but your wind and waters
Tore my sails and broke all my oars

Island i see you in the moonlight
Silhouettes of ships in the night
Just make me want that much more

By: jimmy buffett
1980
For "the noop"
Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
The clever little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing
She loves to ride into town with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin

Chorus:
I see a little more of me everyday
I catch a little more moustache turning gray
Your mother is the only other woman for me
Little miss magic, what you gonna be?

Sometimes i catch her dreamin' and wonder where that little mind meanders
Is she strollin' along the shore or cruisin' o'er the broad savannah
I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes
Someday she's gonna learn how to fly
Oh that i won't deny

Chorus:
I catch a little more dialogue comin' my way
I see those big brown eyes just start to lookin' astray
Your mother's still the only other woman for me
Little miss magic, what you gonna be?

Yes she loves to ride into town with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin

Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
Those clever little looks she gives just can't help but be appealing
I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes
One day she's gonna learn how to fly
That i won't deny

Chorus:
I see a little more of me everyday
I feel a little more moustache turning gray
Your mother's still the only other woman for me
Little miss magic, what you gonna be?
Little miss magic, what you gonna be?
Little miss magic, just can't wait to see

It's raining, it's pouring
Your old man is snoring

By: jimmy buffett
1980
For the gang at the fish house
Tuesday on the island
Not much goin' on
The parties are all over
They ended just past dawn

The jungle drums are beating
With the tales from late last night
'cause stories bear repeating
For everyone's delight

Chorus:
You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
Can't keep nothin' under their hat
You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
Sayin' who did dis and dat
Dis and dat, dis and dat

Now i'm not one to deal in gossip
But was he that big a fool
To do a belly-buster high dive
And miss the entire pool

And what became of sweet melissa
And the boy nobody knew
Did ricardo ever find her
I swear it's just between me and you

Chorus:
But you can hear it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
By now everybody knows
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
Just who comes and goes
Comes and goes, comes and goes

La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, (la la la la la la la)
La, la la la, (la la la la la la oooooh)
Ah!

It's hump day on the island
The lines have all gone dead
All the juicy news is history
I guess everything's been said

But when the eagle flies on friday
And the boys break out the rum
And the joint begins to jumpin'
And you'll hear those hot lines hum

Chorus:
Ah, put it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
All the celebration and the stress
Baby put it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
In twenty-five words or less

I want to hear it on the coconut telgraph (telegraph)
All the celebration and the stress
Baby put it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
In twenty-five words or less
Dis and dat, comes and goes
Dis and dat, comes and goes

By: jimmy buffett
1980
This song is for billy clyde tuggel. i hope you make it to tahiti one day.
-- spoken:
"play ball!! (one, two, three, four)"
"where's my per diem? (ladies and gentlemen, the carl reiner band)"
"hey bobby, where's the keys to the rent-a-car?"
"jimmy, jimmy, can i open the show in atlanta please?"
"warning! don't ever start a band!"

He worked hard all year, just wanted a few weeks alone
But his old lady's into modelin', she can't get away from a phone
Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says, "down there there is nothing to do"
Her goddamn phone never stops ringin'
He'll try the service in a day maybe two

Well he's on his third drink before the wheels of the plane leave the ground
Makin' points with the stewardess high over long island sound
She's also spending some time on the island
Too much city madness gives her the blues
They make a date to go dancin' and dinin'
It seems neither has that much to lose

Chorus:
The weather is here i wish you were beautiful
My thoughts aren't too clear but don't run away
My girlfriend's a bore, my job is too dutiful
Hell nobody's perfect would you like to play?
I feel together today

Well now that's just the start of a well-deserved overdue binge
Meanwhile back in the city certain people are starting to cringe
His lawyers are calling his parents
His girlfriend doesn't know what to think
His partners are studying their options
He's just singin' and orderin' drinks

Chorus:
The weather is here i wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear life's so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitiful
No place like home when you're this far away
I don't care what they say (i don't care)

He's goin' back to new york pack it up and let everyone know
It was something that he should have done such a long time ago
Still time to start a new life in the palm trees
Ah, billy clyde wasn't insane
And if it doesn't work out there'll never be any doubt
That the pleasure was worth all the pain

Chorus:
The weather is here i wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear life's so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitiful
No place like home when you're this far away
Time for to play
I need time for to play
Time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play
I need time for to play

- notes:
Billy clyde tuggel was a character in the soap opera "all my children".
(see album dedication)

By: mitchell parish, frank perkins
1934
For all the crooners and swooners wherever they may be
Moonlight and magnolias, starlight in your hair
All the world a dream come true
Did it really happen, was i really there
Was i really there with you

We lived our little drama, we kissed in a field of white
And stars fell on alabama that night
I can't forget the glamour, your eyes held a tender light
And stars fell on alabama last night

Chorus:
I never planned in my imagination, a situation so heavenly
A fairy land that no one else could enter
And in the center, just you and me, dear
My heart beat like a hammer, my arms wound around you tight
And stars fell on alabama last night

--spoken:
"alright, let's take it on down from muscle shoals through decatur"
"mmmm, birmingham, ooh montgomery"
"right up over spanish fort into mobile, my hometown"
"mister t..."

(harmonica solo)

Chorus:
I never planned in my imagination, a situation so heavenly
A fairy land that no one else could enter
And in the center, just you and me, dear
My heart beat like a hammer, my arms wound around you tight
Ah, stars fell on alabama last night

--spoken:
"one more time boys..."

Yes, we lived our little drama
We kissed on the dunes so white
And stars fell on alabama
Last night