Jamaica Mistaica Lyrics
| Song | Jamaica Mistaica |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Banana Wind |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Buffett, Guth, Kunkel, Mayer ... | |
| Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett Music：Jimmy Buffett | |
| Some folks say that I've got the perfect life. | |
| 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 caribbean. | |
| But every now and then | |
| The dragons come to call. | |
| Just when you least expect it you'll be dodging cannon balls. | |
| I've seen to 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 you 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 treetop flyin' | |
| Movin' west along the coast | |
| Then we landed in the water | |
| Just about my favorite thrill | |
| When some asshole started firin' | |
| When 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 there faces | |
| When they finally realized | |
| We were not some coked up cowboys | |
| Sportin' guns and alibies | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Come back | |
| Come back | |
| Back to Jamaica | |
| Don't you 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 | |
| They shot from the lighthouse | |
| They shot from the highway | |
| They shot from the top of the cliff | |
| They'd all gone haywire | |
| We're catchin' fire | |
| And there wasn't even a spliff | |
| Well the word got out | |
| All over the island | |
| Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin' | |
| Some thought me crazy for bein' way to nice | |
| But it's just another shitty day in paradise | |
| Come back | |
| Come back | |
| Back to Jamaica | |
| Don't you 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 | |
| Come back | |
| Come back | |
| Back to Jamaica | |
| Don't you 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 |
| zuo ci : Buffett, Guth, Kunkel, Mayer ... | |
| Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
| Some folks say that I' ve got the perfect life. | |
| 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 caribbean. | |
| But every now and then | |
| The dragons come to call. | |
| Just when you least expect it you' ll be dodging cannon balls. | |
| I' ve seen to 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 you 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 treetop flyin' | |
| Movin' west along the coast | |
| Then we landed in the water | |
| Just about my favorite thrill | |
| When some asshole started firin' | |
| When 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 there faces | |
| When they finally realized | |
| We were not some coked up cowboys | |
| Sportin' guns and alibies | |
| Chorus | |
| Come back | |
| Come back | |
| Back to Jamaica | |
| Don' t you 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 | |
| They shot from the lighthouse | |
| They shot from the highway | |
| They shot from the top of the cliff | |
| They' d all gone haywire | |
| We' re catchin' fire | |
| And there wasn' t even a spliff | |
| Well the word got out | |
| All over the island | |
| Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin' | |
| Some thought me crazy for bein' way to nice | |
| But it' s just another shitty day in paradise | |
| Come back | |
| Come back | |
| Back to Jamaica | |
| Don' t you 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 | |
| Come back | |
| Come back | |
| Back to Jamaica | |
| Don' t you 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 |
| zuò cí : Buffett, Guth, Kunkel, Mayer ... | |
| Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
| Some folks say that I' ve got the perfect life. | |
| 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 caribbean. | |
| But every now and then | |
| The dragons come to call. | |
| Just when you least expect it you' ll be dodging cannon balls. | |
| I' ve seen to 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 you 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 treetop flyin' | |
| Movin' west along the coast | |
| Then we landed in the water | |
| Just about my favorite thrill | |
| When some asshole started firin' | |
| When 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 there faces | |
| When they finally realized | |
| We were not some coked up cowboys | |
| Sportin' guns and alibies | |
| Chorus | |
| Come back | |
| Come back | |
| Back to Jamaica | |
| Don' t you 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 | |
| They shot from the lighthouse | |
| They shot from the highway | |
| They shot from the top of the cliff | |
| They' d all gone haywire | |
| We' re catchin' fire | |
| And there wasn' t even a spliff | |
| Well the word got out | |
| All over the island | |
| Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin' | |
| Some thought me crazy for bein' way to nice | |
| But it' s just another shitty day in paradise | |
| Come back | |
| Come back | |
| Back to Jamaica | |
| Don' t you 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 | |
| Come back | |
| Come back | |
| Back to Jamaica | |
| Don' t you 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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