Jimmy Buffett

Jimmy Buffett - Jamaica Mistaica

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 Carribean

But every now and then, the dragons come to call

Just when you least expect it you'll be dogin' cannon balls

I've seen too 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 chu 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 tree top flyin' movin' west along the coast

Then we landed in the water, just about my favorite thrill

When some asshole started firing as 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 their faces when they finally realized

We were not some coked up cowboys sporting guns and alibis

chorus

They shot from the lighthouse

They shot from the highway

They shot from the top of the cliff

They had all gone haywire

We're catchin' fire

And there wasn't even a spiff

Well the word got out all over the island

Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin'

Some thought me crazy for being way too nice

But it's just another shitty day in paradise

chorus

Come back, Come back, back to Jamaica

Don't chu 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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