Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season (with Jimmy Buffett)

Squalls out on the gulf stream Big storms coming soon I passed out in my hammock God, I slept a way past noon Stood up and tried to focus I hoped I wouldn't have to look far I knew I could use a Bloody Mary So I stumbled next door to the bar And now I must confess I could use some rest I can't run at this pace very long Yes, it's quite insane I think it hurts my brain But it cleans me out and then I can go on There's something about this Sunday It's a most peculiar gray Strolling down the avenue That's known as A1A Feeling tired, then I got inspired I knew that it wouldn't last long So all alone I walked back home Sat on the beach and then I made up this song And now I must confess I could use some rest I can't run at this pace very long Yes, it's quite insane I think it hurts my brain But it cleans me out and then I can go on Well, the wind is blowing harder now 50 knots or there about There's white caps on the ocean And I'm watching for water spouts It's time to close the shutters It's time to go inside In a week I'll be in ol' Paris Yeah, that's a mighty long airplane ride And now I must confess I could use some rest I can't run at this pace very long Yes, it's quite insane I think it hurts my brain But it cleans me out and then I can go on Yes, it cleans me out and then I can go on Yeah, it cleans me out and then I can go on