It's Five O'Clock Somewhere - Jimmy Buffett

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It's Five O'Clock Somewhere Lyrics

[Alan:]
The sun is hot and that old clock,
is movin' slow, and so am I.
Work day passes like molasses,
in winter time, but it's July.

Getting paid by the hour,
and older by the minute.
My boss just pushed me,
over the limit.

I could call him something,
think I'll just call it a day...

Pour me something tall and strong.
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane.
It's only half past twelve. But I don't care,
it's five o'clock somewhere.

This lunch break is gonna take
all afternoon, half the night.
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay,
but, hey, that's all right.

I ain't had a day off now, in over a year.
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here.
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away...

Pour me something tall and strong.
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane.
It's only half past twelve. But I don't care,
it's five o'clock somewhere.

I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab,
and be back to work before two.
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder,
what would Jimmy Buffett do.

[Jimmy:]
Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say...
Pour me something tall and strong.
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane.
It's only half past twelve, but I don't care.

[Together:]
Pour me something tall and strong.
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane.
It's only half past twelve. But I don't care,
it's five o'clock somewhere.

[Alan:]
... but he don't care, I don't care.
Together
It's five o'clock somewhere.

[Talking:]
[Jimmy:] What time zone am I on? What country am I in?
[Alan:] It doesn't matter, it's five o'clock somewhere!
[Jimmy:] It's always on time for Margaritaville, come to think of it.
[Alan:] I heard that.
[Jimmy:] You've been there haven't ya?
[Alan:] Yes sir!
[Jimmy:] I've seen your boat there.
[Alan:] I've been to Margaritaville a few times.
[Jimmy:] Alright, that's good.
[Alan:] Stumbled on my way back.
[Jimmy:] OK, well I just want to make sure you keep it between the navigational beacons.
[Alan:] hahaha! Keep it between the bouys. I got it!
[Jimmy:] Alright, well it's five o'clock. Let's go somewhere!
[Alan:] I'm ready. Crank it up!
[Jimmy:] Let's get out of here!
[Alan:] I'm gone!

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Jimmy Buffett (born December 25, 1946 in Pascagoula, Mississippi, United States) is a singer/songwriter, best known for his "island escapism" lifestyle and music including hits such as "Margaritaville" and "Come Monday". He has a rabid, but genial, cult following known as "Parrotheads." They call the youngest members "Parakeets."

Buffett has written three No. 1 best sellers. Tales from Margaritaville and Where Is Joe Merchant? both spent over seven months on the New York Times Best Seller fiction list. His book A Pirate Looks At Fifty went straight to No. 1 on the New York Times Bestseller non-fiction list, making him one of seven authors in that list's history to have reached No. 1 on both the fiction and non-fiction lists. The other six authors who have accomplished this are Ernest Hemingway, John Steinbeck, William Styron, Irving Wallace, Dr. Seuss and Mitch Albom. He also co-wrote two children's books, Jolly Mon and Trouble Dolls, with his eldest daughter, Savannah Jane Buffett.

"A Salty Piece of Land", was released on November 30, 2004, and included a CD single of the same title. The book was a New York Times best seller soon after its release.

His latest book, "Swine Not," hit bookshelves on May 13th. It's a colorful tale about a family that lives in a posh New York hotel while covertly smuggling in their pet pig named Rumpy.

On Jan 25, 2011, he did an unintentional stage dive whilst touring Australia. Thankfully, the good Mr. Buffett is a resilient bloke and was released from hospital the following day and doing fine.
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