Hey Jimmy
Hey Jimmy
I wonder
Is there salt in heaven
How many parrots can sit on the head of a needle
What are we going to do come Monday
The oldest surfer in the skies
Has Left one particular harbor
Beginning his trip around the sun
Leaving us behind
Nobodies from nowhere
Looking for Margaritaville
And a friend named Jimmy
But he’s gone
Raise your glass to the son of a sailor
Tip a toast
Why don’t we get drunk
It’s going to be a Livingston Saturday Night
Hey Jimmy
I wonder
Is there salt in heaven
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