Overview

Jimmy Buffett

Exclusive 2008 Rock Band Re-Recording

Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
Made it nearly seventy days
Losing weight without speed, eating sunflower seeds
Drinking lots of carrot juice and soaking up rays

But at night I’d have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat
Not zucchini, fettuccini, or bulgur wheat
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat

Cheeseburger in paradise
Heaven on earth with an onion slice
Not too particular, not too precise
I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise

I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise

Heard about the old time sailor men
They eat the same thing again and again
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn

But times have changed for sailors these days
When I’m in port I get what I need
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed

Cheeseburger in paradise
Medium rare with Muenster be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise

I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draught beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer

For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin’ the best of every virtue and vice
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise
To be a cheeseburger in paradise
I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise

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Overview

Jimmy Buffett

Exclusive 2008 Rock Band Re-Recording

Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Now, I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow
Let me say it now
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow

Ground, she moving under me
Tidal waves out on the sea
Sulfur smoke up in the sky
Pretty soon we learn to fly

Let me hear you, now
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow
Let me hear you now
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow

My girl quickly say to me
“Mon you better watch your feet”
Lava come down soft and hot
“You better lava me now or lava me not”

Let me hear you, now
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow
Let me hear you now
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow

No time to count what I’m worth
cause I just left the planet Earth
Where I go I hope there’s rum
Not to worry monsoon come

Let me hear you, now
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow
Let me hear you now
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow

But I don’t want to land in New York City
I don’t want to land in Mexico
I don’t want to land on no Three Mile Island
I don’t want to see my skin a-glow

Don’t want to land in Comanche Sky Park
or in Nashville, Tennessee
I don’t want to land in no San Juan airport
the Yukon Territory

Don’t want to land no San Diego
Don’t want to land in no Buzzards Bay
I don’t want to land on no Ayatollah
I got nothin’ more to say

Let me hear you, now
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow
Let me hear you now
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow

Bass

Overview

Jimmy Buffett

Exclusive 2008 Rock Band Re-Recordings

Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Nibblin’ on sponge cake
Watchin’ the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin’ my six string on my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp–They’re beginnin’ to boil

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searchin’ for my long lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
But I know it’s nobody’s fault

Don’t know the reason
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tatoo
But it’s a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here
I haven’t a clue

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
Now I think, — hell it could be my fault

I blew out my flip flop
Stepped on a pop top
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home
But there’s booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
But I know, it’s my own damn fault
Yes, some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
And I know it’s my own damn fault

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