The Daily Buffett

'Cause he's a cheeseburger eatin', abandoned Sunday meetin' Brand new country star He rides around in a Lincoln Continental No steer horns on his car Oh the record men say he's the livin' end They're gonna spin him right to the top

If I was a designer, I could do nothin' finer Than dress you in style But I'm a hopeless romantic, still behind all these antics Is a heart full of smiles So I'll just keep on dreamin' Thoughts that are in my brain You just keep on bein' The lady I can't explain

The stories from my favorite books Still take on many different looks And I’m gone again, home again The time has come the walrus said And little oysters hide their head My twain of thought is loosely bound I guess it’s time to mark this down

When this earthly light is burning low This dance will take you to the next plateau Apocalyp, apocalyp, apocalypso We'll be dancing when we go…

I didn't ponder the question too long I was hungry and went out for a bite Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum, and we wound up drinkin' all night…

It's the Buddhist in you, it's the Pagan in me It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic, ain't she? It's that born-again look, it's the WASP and the Jew Tell me what's goin' on, I ain't got a clue!

All your life you have to deal with ups and downs So listen to your heartstrings as they make the sounds Don't forget to listen to that steady beat Don't forget to balance on your ready feet Oh, watch out for that gravity storm It don't give no warning signs

Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy They're horny and don't need a good excuse Someone yells and things just start erupting And in a flash all hell has broken loose There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline Street…

But women and water are in short supply There's not enough dope for us all to get high I hear it gets better, that's what they say As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay So please don't say mañana if you don't mean it…

Ceilin' fan, it stirs the air Cigar smoke does swirl The fragrance on the pillowcase And he thinks about the girl Spillin' wine and sharin' good times She sure could make him smile He pays her well but what the hell He'll be movin' in a little while Havana daydreamin…

My rendezvous' so long overdue With all of the things I've sung and I've read They still apply to me They all make sense in time But now I'm incommunicado Drivin' by myself down the road with a hole in it Songs with no vibrato Takin' the long way home

Something 'bout your dog Sitting by your side If you had a bad day She ain't gonna run and hide Just a-wagging that tail Grinning that grin Something 'bout my dog Makes her my best friend

There's nothing that I want to do No place I'm trying to reach Only time is now more precious to The oldest surfer on the beach The oldest surfer on the beach

Just behind the reef are the big white teeth Of the sharks that can swim on the land

I'm king, king of somewhere hot Where the music in my soul Makes me start to lose control I could melt right on the spot I'm king of somewhere hot

Some of us sailors call her home She's big and she's strong and she's mighty Some of us sailors call her our own Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady Treat her like a lady, just treat her like a lady

Where no bird flies by my window No ship is tied to my tree Love is a wave building to a crescendo Ride if you will, ride it with me

Some people never find it Some only pretend, but me? Hell, I just want to live happily ever after Every now and then

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind That our forefathers harnessed before us Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings It's a son of a gun of a chorus

If it all falls down, falls down, falls down If they solve my life they find me out Never thought to keep all I have found I have had my fun if it all falls down If it all falls down, falls down, falls down I have had my fun I have bought a few rounds