Squalls out on the gulfstream

Big storm's coming soon

Passed out in my hammock

God I slept till way past noon

Stood up and tried to focus

I Hoped I wouldn't have to look far

Knew I could use a bloody mary

So I stumbled next door to the bar



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And now I must confess

I could use some rest

I can't run at this pace very long

Yes it's quite insane

I think it hurts my brain

But it cleans me out

And then I can go on



There's something about this Sunday

It's a most perculiar gray

Strolling down the avenue that's known as A1A

Feeling tired, I never got inspired

I knew that it wouldn't last long

So all alone I walked back home

Sat on the beach and then I made up this song



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Well the wind is blowing harder now

Fifty knots or thereabouts

There's white caps on the ocean

And I'm watching for water spouts

It's time to close the shutters

It's time to go inside

In a week I'll be in gay Paris

And that's a mighty long airplane ride



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