And an African parakeet
Stay contented most of the time
I know we been doin' our part
Some things are still a mystery to me
Yeah, they're ugly and square, they don't belong here
Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done
'Cost me much more than a ring
I wish a summer squall would blow them all
And some Texas hidden here in my heart
Figured out it's time to have a little fun
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine
Why some people live like they do
Well, now I might have joined the Merchant Marine
Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
I'm gonna sail down to Martinique
I know we been doin' our part
Why some people live like they do
I hate those bastards so much
So many nice things happenin' out there
They never even seen the clues
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss
And then I'll sit him on my shoulder
And on top of all that I got married too early
I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit
They never even seen the clues
Yeah, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
If I hadn't learned how to sing
So many nice things happenin' out there
Sing me their Texas rhymes
I know we been doin' our part
But now those crazy days are over
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
And some Texas hidden here in my heart
Most of the people who retire in Florida
I'm just livin' in the sunshine
Well, now if I ever live to be an old man
Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
And some Texas hidden here in my heart
And mobile homes are smotherin' my Keys
Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
They looked a lot better as beer cans
So many nice things happenin' out there
Yeah listenin' to Murphy, Walker and Willis
Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
While others are much too clear
Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
I came off the rebound, started lookin' around
And open up my trusty old mind
The way up to fantasy land
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
Why some people live like they do
