The Weather is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful
Play ball (one, two, three, four)
Where's my accordion?
Ladies and gentlemen, the Carl Reiner Band
Hey Bobby, where's the keys to the rent-a-car?
Jimmy, Jimmy, can I open the show in Atlanta, please?
Pull over, Danny
Don't ever start a band!
He worked hard all year
Just wanted a few weeks alone
But his old lady's into modeling
She can't get away from her phone
Besides, she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says, "Down there, there is nothing to do"
Her goddamn phone never stops ringin'
He'll try the service in a day, maybe two
Well, he's on his third drink before the wheels of the plane leave the ground
Makin' points with the stewardess high over Long Island Sound
She's also spending some time on the island
Too much city madness gives her the blues
They make a date to go dancing and dining
It seems neither has that much to lose
The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful
My thoughts aren't too clear, but don't run away
My girlfriend's a bore, my job is too dutiful
Hell, nobody's perfect, would you like to play?
I feel together today
Well, now that's just the start of a well-deserved overdue binge
Meanwhile, back in the city, certain people are starting to cringe
His lawyers are calling his parents
His girlfriend doesn't know what to think
His partners are studying their options
He's just singing and ordering drinks
The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear, life's so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitful
No place like home when you're this far away
I don't care what they say
(I don't care)
(I don't care)
(I don't care)
(I don't care!)
He's goin' back to New York, pack it up and let everyone know (back to New York)
It was something that he should have done such a long time ago
Still, time to start a new life in the palm trees
Ah, Billy Clyde wasn't insane
And if it doesn't work out, there'll never be any doubt
That the pleasure was worth all the pain
The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear, life's so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitful
No place like home when you're this far away
Time for the play
I need time for the play
Time for the play
I need time for the play
I need time for the play
I need time for the play
I need time for the play
Where's my accordion?
Ladies and gentlemen, the Carl Reiner Band
Hey Bobby, where's the keys to the rent-a-car?
Jimmy, Jimmy, can I open the show in Atlanta, please?
Pull over, Danny
Don't ever start a band!
He worked hard all year
Just wanted a few weeks alone
But his old lady's into modeling
She can't get away from her phone
Besides, she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says, "Down there, there is nothing to do"
Her goddamn phone never stops ringin'
He'll try the service in a day, maybe two
Well, he's on his third drink before the wheels of the plane leave the ground
Makin' points with the stewardess high over Long Island Sound
She's also spending some time on the island
Too much city madness gives her the blues
They make a date to go dancing and dining
It seems neither has that much to lose
The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful
My thoughts aren't too clear, but don't run away
My girlfriend's a bore, my job is too dutiful
Hell, nobody's perfect, would you like to play?
I feel together today
Well, now that's just the start of a well-deserved overdue binge
Meanwhile, back in the city, certain people are starting to cringe
His lawyers are calling his parents
His girlfriend doesn't know what to think
His partners are studying their options
He's just singing and ordering drinks
The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear, life's so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitful
No place like home when you're this far away
I don't care what they say
(I don't care)
(I don't care)
(I don't care)
(I don't care!)
He's goin' back to New York, pack it up and let everyone know (back to New York)
It was something that he should have done such a long time ago
Still, time to start a new life in the palm trees
Ah, Billy Clyde wasn't insane
And if it doesn't work out, there'll never be any doubt
That the pleasure was worth all the pain
The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear, life's so easy today
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitful
No place like home when you're this far away
Time for the play
I need time for the play
Time for the play
I need time for the play
I need time for the play
I need time for the play
I need time for the play
Credits
Writer(s): Jimmy Buffett
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