Migration

() Lookin' back at my background Tryin' to figure () out how I ever got here Some things are still a mystery to me While () clear I'm just () livin' in the sunshine Stay () time Yeah, () listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis Sing me their Texas () Now () most of the people who retire in Florida Are () wrinkled and they lean on a crutch And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys I () hate those bastards so much I wish a () summer squall would blow them All the () land Yeah, they're () ugly and square, they don't belong here They looked a () cans Yeah and () that's why it's still a mystery to me Why () some people live like they do So () many nice things happenin' out there They () clues Oh, but we're () doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme I () part Got a () barely control And some () Well, now I might have joined the Merchant Marine If I hadn't learned how to sing And on top of all that I got married too early 'Cost me much more than a ring But now those crazy days are over Just gotta learn from the wrong things you've done I came off the rebound, started lookin' around Figured out it's time to have a little fun Yeah and () that's why it's still a mystery to me Why () some people live like they do So () many nice things happenin' out there They () clues Oh, but we're () doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme I () part Got a () barely control And some () Well, now if I ever live to be an old man I'm gonna sail down to Martinique I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit And an African parakeet And then I'll sit him on my shoulder And open up my trusty old mind I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine Yeah and () that's why it's still a mystery to me Why () some people live like they do So () many nice things happenin' out there They () clues Oh, but we're () doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme I () part Got a () barely control And some ()