in your own nugget A twenty-one gun salute with no bullets and no trumpets While the rain pours and the storm thunders Your rotten carcass smells so pungent, it turns my stomach Attracts the buzzards, on Fox
A flower If you go down to Willow Farm To look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies Like the fox
By: jimmy buffett 1986 For gabriel garcia marquez, allie fox and phil clark He was a fugitive with a pseudo name Lost his mind in a hurricane Coconut
, all night, Makes me feel good, like you should Listen up I gotta tell you, About the ins and outs and goings on, I wouldn't tell just anybody about the fox
Lying in wait, here they come Dressed in red of course having fun Trumpets blow, height of their day Fox will die if they have their way Sabotage, sabotage
