(ASCAP) All Rights Reserved Disc 2 - This Hotel Room Disc 2 - This Hotel Room THIS HOTEL ROOM This hotel room got a lot of stuff A laundry bag and a shoe shine cloth Thirty-two hangers and a touch-tone phone Well a light that comes on when I'm not home I ain't home, I ain't home You better leave a message cause I ain't home They got an air conditioner for when I'm hot A radiator for when I'm not Two big chairs sittin' side by side With a Holy bible and a TV guide TV guide, TV guide, great God o' mighty It's a TV guide I got a second story view from curb to curb I got a sign that reads "Do not disturb" A monogram towel and a bucket of ice A chest of drawers and a mirror that lies Mirror that lies, mirror that lies, That couldn't be me in the gorilla disguise They got a room service menu for food and drinks A porcelain thrown and an aluminum sink Two big pillows to rest my head A magic fingers and a king size bed Put in a quarter, turn out the light Magic fingers makes you feel alright Feel alright, feel alright Magic fingers makes you feel alright Oh this ole' hotel's alright with me They pay the postage if you loose the key This hotel has got a lot of stuff But I do believe I have had enough Call my baby said, don't you pout I'm packin' my bags and I'm checking out Just as soon as you hang up the telephone Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home Comin' home, comin home Stick a candle in the window, I'm comin' home Disc 2 - It's My Job Disc 2 - It's My Job IT'S MY JOB By Mac McAnally In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb I didn't know what about but I was feeling quite disturbed A street sweeper came whistlin' by He was bouncin' every step It seemed strange how good he felt So I asked him while he swept Chorus He said "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess And that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the rest And that makes the day for me" Got an uncle who owns a bank he's a self made millionaire He never had anyone to love never had no one to care He always to seemed kind of sad to me So I asked him why that was And he told me it's because in my contract there's a clause That says "It's my job to worried half to death And that's the thing people respect in me It's a job but without it I'd be less Than what I expect from me" I've been lazy most all of my life Writing songs and sleeping late Any manual labor I've done purely by mistake If street sweepers can smile then I've got no right to feel upset But sometimes I still forget Till the lights go on and the stage is set And the song hits home and you feel that sweat It's my job to be different than the rest and that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the best and that's a tough break for me It's my job to be cleaning up this mess and that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the best and that makes the day for me
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Nat Shermans (Worth $26/pack) Nat Sherman is one of America's premier premium cigarette manufacturers, having started as a tobacco shop in New York's city center
Desperation Samba (Halloween in Tijuana) Desperation Samba (Halloween in Tijuana) DESPERATION SAMBA (HALLOWEEN IN TIAJUANA) Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Timothy B.Schmidt Halloween in Tijuana Full moon in my eyes I wonder how in the hell I got here Without a disguise Should I take this last step or turn myself around or follow my intuition into that border town Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico Do the despreation samba con nos amigos Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico Do the desperation samba con nos amigos Pretty girls they beckon From their rooms above Skeletons are dancing in the name of love Don't know where I'm going Don't like where I've been There may be no exit But hell I'm going in Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico Do the desperation samba con nos amigos Yo quiero a bailer en Mexico Do the desperation samba con nos amigos Hear the people singing the same old haunting tune I drink because I know it's me against the moon Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico Do the desperation samba con nos amigos Last Mango in Paris Last Mango in Paris LAST MANGO IN PARIS Jimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings & Michael Utley I went down to Captain Tony's to get out of the heat When I heard a voice call out to me, "Son, come have a seat" I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes Our lives change like the weather but a legend never dies He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon Took the first fast boat to China And "Jimmy, there's still so much to be done." I had a third world girl in Buzios With a pistol on each hand She always kept me covered As we moved from land to land I had a damn good run on wall street With my high fashion model wife Til I woke up dry beneath the African sky Just me and my Swiss Army knife I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon Took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there's still so much to be done We shot the breeze for hours As the sun fell from the skies And like the sun hw disappeared before my very eyes It was somewhere past dark-thirty When I went back to the head I read upon the dingy wall The words the old man said I ate the last mango in Paris
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