| Song | School Boy Heart |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Banana Wind |
| 作词 : Betton, Buffett | |
| Written：Jimmy Buffett/Matt Betton | |
| I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye | |
| Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly | |
| I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes | |
| That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose | |
| I suppose | |
| The need to focus never arose | |
| So something like a swiss army knife | |
| That's my life | |
| Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine | |
| The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me | |
| Breaking free, breaking free | |
| Cause I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye | |
| Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly | |
| I got a bartender's ear and beachcomber's style | |
| Piratical nerve and a Vaudevillian style | |
| I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck | |
| With all hands spread all over the deck | |
| What the heck | |
| Then some kind of obscene and unscrupulous mind | |
| Began to pick up what he could find | |
| Added ice, shook me twice, rolled the dice | |
| Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye | |
| A sailor's legs and a license to fly | |
| I got a native tongue from way down south | |
| It sits in the cheek of my gulf coastal mouth | |
| I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye | |
| Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly | |
| I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes | |
| That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose | |
| [In case there's any interest, right before Banana Wind, Jimmy sez | |
| 'meetcha at the end meetcha at the end'.] |
| zuò cí : Betton, Buffett | |
| Written: Jimmy Buffett Matt Betton | |
| I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye | |
| Stout sailor' s legs and a license to fly | |
| I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes | |
| That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose | |
| I suppose | |
| The need to focus never arose | |
| So something like a swiss army knife | |
| That' s my life | |
| Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine | |
| The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me | |
| Breaking free, breaking free | |
| Cause I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye | |
| Stout sailor' s legs and a license to fly | |
| I got a bartender' s ear and beachcomber' s style | |
| Piratical nerve and a Vaudevillian style | |
| I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck | |
| With all hands spread all over the deck | |
| What the heck | |
| Then some kind of obscene and unscrupulous mind | |
| Began to pick up what he could find | |
| Added ice, shook me twice, rolled the dice | |
| Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye | |
| A sailor' s legs and a license to fly | |
| I got a native tongue from way down south | |
| It sits in the cheek of my gulf coastal mouth | |
| I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye | |
| Stout sailor' s legs and a license to fly | |
| I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes | |
| That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose | |
| In case there' s any interest, right before Banana Wind, Jimmy sez | |
| ' meetcha at the end meetcha at the end'. |