Lyrics from the album, "Deja View" -------------------------------------------------- Rum in Pensacola Lyrics and music by Jerry Diaz / © 2004 Touching down in Atlanta, Georgia Dixieland looks like a long lost friend My destination is Pensacola Back to the place where the gypsy life began Looking back at our sun-tanned innocence The two of us walking hand in hand I close my eyes and I dream that I could feel That way again ‘Cause there was a time when I Had to spread my wings and fly Out to the Great Beyond, to get over you But when I think about, all the love I’ve lived without I can’t wait to get back home, I’ve been such a fool Now I wish I was back in the Florida sun Holding you, and drinking rum in Pensacola I know I walked away from true love But I was young and the walls were closing in I blamed it all on blind ambition But now those empty dreams are wearing thin Lonely nights got me longing for home again And the girl that I left behind I’m on a plane back to Northern Florida With her on my mind REPEAT CHORUS TWICE, then FADE ---------------------------------------------------------------- Tropical Girl Lyrics and music by Jerry Diaz / © 2004 Looking back at childhood memories I couldn’t wait to sail the seven seas I joined the Navy when I turned 18 And put my sail in the breeze We’d search the coastline for the contraband From Key West down to the Yucatan Then one night, while in a foreign land I met a beautiful girl It was there that she caught my eye Underneath the Caribbean sky And as I watched her walking by the bay I swore that I would have that girl someday Standing there in the cool night air Moonlight dancing off her long dark hair I’ve got to get back to her, that tropical girl Who waits for me there We took up while I was stationed there Every waking moment we did share Day and night we were a constant pair We were falling in love We were happy, didn’t have a care Nothing could end this island love affair Till one day my ship was called to sea And I had to leave my baby there We were young when we said goodbye Underneath the Caribbean sky And just before I turned and walked away I told her I’d be coming back someday Standing there in the cool night air Moonlight dancing off her long dark hair I’ve got to get back to her, that tropical girl Who waits for me there The years have passed and I have wandered far Through tours of duty and foreign wars Still think about the girl with long dark hair Can’t get her out of my heart Since fate has brought me to this port again My mind goes drifting to the days back then And standing here in the cool moonlight I swear I feel her in the wind It was there that she caught my eye Underneath the Caribbean sky And as I watched her walk across the bay I swore that I would have that girl someday Standing there in the cool night air Moonlight dancing off her long dark hair I’ve got to get back to her, that tropical girl Who waits for me there ---------------------------------------------------------------- Beer Drinkers & Sail Raisers Lyrics and music by Jerry Diaz / © 2004 We’re all for one, one for all Bound for another port o’ call Doing everything I said I would Life is good It started way back when, I was a boy Watching Gilligan, and eating those Chips Ahoy Standing on the seawall then I watch the mighty ships roll in And I’d dream about a day, I’d sail away CHORUS: We’re beer drinkers, and sail raisers Smiles way from the ol’ rat racers Three sheets to the wind, and going strong We’re all for one, one for all Bound for another port o’ call Doing everything I said I would Life is good I’m much older now,but not grown up Living on the land, but it gets kind of tough The ocean air is calling me, to The only place where I’ll be free With a cold one in my hand, I’ll sail away CHORUS --------------------------------------------------- King of the Island Lyrics and music by Jerry Diaz / © 2004 Victor was King of the Island Everyone knew that he was Drinking and dancing and dining All of the very best clubs He owned the cops on the beat, and all the girls on the street He dealt out all of the cards on the Boulevard But no one there was put out by Victor’s obvious clout He brought in money, and that’s all that counts Johnny was Prince of Chicago Capone kept him right by his side When Johnny told Al of this island The news shattered his gangster pride Soon he was soon sent away, to look for some clever way To take a piece of the pie from those Texas guys With a gun in his hand, he made his way to the Strand But he found Victor had much different plans Johnny left town in a hurry But as he was saying "goodbye" Victor said "Son, don’t you worry You’re not the first one who’s tried To come a very long way, with plans of taking away My little place in the sun we call Galveston But just like all of the rest, I think you’ll find that it’s best To get yourself back to the Midwest Get yourself back to the Midwest Yeah get your ass back to the Midwest". ----------------------------------------------------- Island Time Lyrics and music by Jerry Diaz / © 2004 Neon pagers, on teenagers, make me want to laugh Laser beams and fax machines, the world is moving much too fast With digital this and cellular that, it’s a crazy, crazy race I run against these high-tech rats With a lost look on my face Chorus: I’m living on island time I may be late, but you know I’m trying To make the best of an uphill climb There’s just so much I can do I’m living on island time Being laid-back is my only crime Just trying to find a little peace and mind Living on island time Frequent flyers, speed re-dialers, instant millionaires Satellites and megabytes got me pulling out my hair So I’ll just take an early break, and play some golf down at "The Patch" Leave a message on my voicemail, but don’t hold your breath Till I get back CHORUS Microwaves and rollerblades are improvements on the past But these new drive-thru cheeseburgers, are food that’s just a bit too fast Fiber optic, arthro-scopic things come in to view I think I’ll stay at home and watch a baseball game Before someone speeds that up too CHORUS ----------------------------------------------------- Bitter Winds Lyrics and music by Jerry Diaz / © 2004 There was a pirate, they say Plundered the waters off the USA Sank some ships, and drank some rum, along the way But he grew restless one day Buried his gold in Barrataria Bay Swore that one day, he’d return to stake his claim But he never did go back for it He blamed the bitter winds That kept him from his pot of gold And wondering, what might have been? There was a dancer, they say Lighter than air when music started to play Talk of the town, spinning around, in her younger days But she grew anxious one day Married too young and cast her dreams away Swore that one day she’d return to stake her claim But she never did go back for it She cursed the bitter winds That kept her from her pot of gold And wondering, what might have been? I saw my future, one day Old and bitter, bent and gray Regretting all those things I never had a chance to say And I grew restless that day Saw all my chances slowly slipping away Swore that day I’d begin to stake my claim So I finally reached for the pen and ink Observed the friendly winds That could take me to my pot of gold Never wondering, what might have been? There is a pirate, they say Inside each of us, locked away But we grow old, longing for gold, till our dying day So don’t watch as life goes passing by Or let those bitter winds Keep you from your pot of gold And wondering, what might have been? There is a pirate, they say…. ----------------------------------------------------- Livin’ Well Lyrics and music by Jerry Diaz/ © 2004 I drink Puerto Rican rum, smoke Cuban cigars Got a closet full of Gibson electric guitars Yeah my credit card accounts are all maxed to the limit But my wallet’s still got some $100 bills in it I’ve been known to buy drinks for the whole damn bar And at night I drive home in a fancy sports car When they ask me how I do it, I smile and I say "I just emptied out my 401-K" CHORUS: Livin’ well...well, there ain’t nothin’ to it What the hell…hell, somebody’s gotta do it Livin’ well…well it ain’t all that it seems I’m living well beyond my means Down at the local marina, I keep a 40 foot yacht I can’t afford the gas, so it stays at the dock But I throw some great parties there, I’ve got one tonight You bring some Dom Perignon and I’ll put it on ice Got a vial full of talcum, people think it’s cocaine And a little silver spoon I wear on a chain Well my mama used to tell me "son you’ve got to look good" So I got myself an agent out in Hollywood CHORUS I’ve got a Silver Eagle bus parked behind the stage Inside, some fallen angels, who are all under-age Now I know just what you’re thinking, so I’ll go ahead and say it When I get that bill, man, I damn sure pay it CHORUS ----------------------------------------------------- Jamaica Me Smile Lyrics and music by Jerry Diaz / © 2004 CHORUS: Jamaica me smile, Jamaica me feel alright Jamaica me smile, Jamaica me feel alright When I’m feeling down, clouds are hanging over me You always seem to come around And set my worries free There’s something that I want to tell you It’s hard for me to let it show I can’t live my life without you And I just want you to know… CHORUS Before you came along, nothing seemed to work out right But now those days are gone ‘Cause you helped me see the light I’ve got to have you in my life, I never want to let you go You take away the stress and strife And I just want you to know…. CHORUS Who’s there to see me through? Who lets their loving flow? It’s no one else but you And I just want you to know…. CHORUS ---------------------------------------------------- Have You Seen Your Rita? Lyrics and music by Jerry Diaz / © 2004 Rita came from Northern Spain, a Barcelona gal She lived for fun, she lived for games, yes, Rita loved the "now" Her daddy moved the family brood, to Florida one day Hoping to begin anew, in Southern F-L-A She’d hang out at the local mall, when she got out of school And when her boyfriends came to call, Rita called them fools CHORUS So have you seen your Rita, have you seen your girl? A lovely mamacita, from halfway ‘round the world Having fun, with everyone, she likes to dance and whirl So have you seen your Rita, have you seen your girl? Rita claims, there is a flame, that she’s devoted to Jason is the young man’s name, he’s thrown a pass or two A footbal star who drives a car, a poor boy can’t afford But he became a "Hurricane" and he knows how to score He didn’t see through her diguise, till she had reeld him in And now he finds, to his surprise, she’s run off again CHORUS She’s moved on to bigger things, she makes the Dolphins cry She’s got her eye on J.J.’s "Rings", so Hootie dry your eyes CHORUS ----------------------------------------------------- Local Knowledge Lyrics and music by Jerry Diaz / © 2004 As a child, I dreamed of isles of gold, and pirate ships Mango trees and hula girls, with ruby colored lips I’d wait for my father to return home from the sea Bringing gifts, and local knowledge, that he passed on to me Can’t you see, this fantasy, is not all in my head? I raise the sails, and hit the trail, just like my daddy did And I chase the stars, close the bars, I’m out here having fun Getting by on local knowledge, a smile, and borrowed rum Now I wander on the coast, making music I enjoy Like a tropical St. Nicholas, leaving songs, instead of toys But I’d have to say, that along the way, I’ve learned my lesson well From the people, and the places, and the stories that they tell Anchor down, we’ll hit the town, without a single dime We’ll hang out with the locals and, we’ll have a real good time And we’ll chase the stars, close the bars, we’re out here having fun Getting by on local knowledge, a smile, and borrowed rum And I’ll chase the stars, close the bars, I’m out here having fun Getting by on local knowledge, a smile, and borrowed rum Yeah, getting by on local knowledge, a smile, and borrowed rum ----------------------------------------------------- Sail Away Lyrics and music by Jerry Diaz / © 2004 Sail away, hop on a boat and just sail away Down to the tropics where people say Life is happy always I’m gonna sail away, find me a boat and just sail away Down to the islands where people play And life is happy always I don’t know what tomorrow brings, but I know yesterday Ain’t got no gold, or diamond rings, but I Won’t need ‘em anyway CHORUS I’ve been down for so long now Too many dues to pay I’m gonna kick these blues somehow, and I’ll be on my way CHORUS ----------------------------------------------------- Makin’ Waves Lyrics and music by Jerry Diaz / © 2004 Judith left home on a one-way plane New England weather drove her insane Made her way south, down to New Orleans She’d tired of that same old routine Yeah she split that Rhode island scene She made her getaway clean Sarge put his boat in at Whiskey Bay Steered a course east to the Vieux-Carre Standing on Bourbon by a hot dog stand Saw Judith and he had a plan Take that Yukon Jack from her hand They’re gonna make some waves while they can Alicia hangs out down at Crystal Beach Silky blonde hair, she’s a Texas peach Drives from San Marcos every chance she can Got a college degree in her hand Yeah her life is perfectly planned But she wants to make some waves while she can Everybody’s gotta make their own rules And follow their own way But we’re swimming in a gene pool So be careful how you play Cause it just might be, "non-conformity" Is exactly what you crave So why waste your time, inside the lines When you could be, makin’, makin’ waves? Wes is at home when the tugboat’s gone Two weeks off, and two weeks on Pushes thoise barges for a living, and He’s finally become a free man Yeah he lost that gold wedding band He wants to make some waves while he can "Ronnie-World" is closed for the season when Ronnie starts losing that shit-eating grin The counselor is forced to rest his case But he’s ready to slow down the pace Sail away to some sunny place Making waves puts a smile on his face ----------------------------------------------------- Fun in the Sun Lyrics and music by Jerry Diaz / © 2004 CHORUS We’re having fun in the sun, everybody Having fun in the sun Singing our songs We’re having fun in the sun All summer long Don’t you love it, don’t you really love it Summer is our time of year We’re loading up the woody, and heading for the coast We’re gonna meet some honeys there CHORUS Yeah I love, yeah I really love it Summer is my time of year We’re waxing down the surfboards, heading for the coast We’re gonna catch some waves down there CHORUS ----------------------------------------------------- Everything’s Gonna Be Alright Lyrics and music by Jerry Diaz / © 2004 CHORUS: Everything’s gonna be alright, everything’s gonna work out fine Everything’s gonna be alright, so ease your worried mind Another sunny day, on the mountaintop My cares are far away, and I worry not ‘Cause down below me there, beside the blue lagoon My baby waits for me, and I will be there soon CHORUS The tide is rolling out, to the deep blue sea The fish, they jump about, as if to beckon me And I would like to go, and live among them too But I must stay behind, there’s so much to do CHORUS
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