Morris’ Nightmare (Live)

Morris' nightmare
By: jimmy buffett
1978
-- spoken:
"this is another new song we'd like to do for you now. it's a, tells the
Story of a lovely cruise ship couple. you know in november, the snowbirds
Start heading south down there, and you've seen them with the matching belt
And shoes, condo commandos, you know. so uh, hey that's good shit. I smell
It, alright, ooh. we better start this song before I get hungry. this is
Called 'morris' nightmare'."
Down in the islands where the happy folks stay
Everybody do what bwana jim say
He say it's ok, it's ok
You can do what you wanna
Do what you like
Twist a big ol' number
Ride a motorbike
It's alright, it's alright
Dance to the drum
Drink a lot of rum
Love till you come to a stop
Swing like a monkey in a coconut tree
Sing like the dolphins in the deep blue sea
Sing it's alright, it's alright
-- spoken:
"how does fred neil do it? come on jay spell"
You know people in the city got nowhere to go
They used to go to bars now they go to discos
No, no, no disco (uh-uh, no)
They never see the sun
They hardly see the moon
They barely see the ground 'til the snow melts in june
Uptight, it's out of sight
So they save a little money
Take a little trip
They only see the islands from a tacky cruise ship
Buy a little liquor
Buy some sea shells
Husband tries to sleep
Wife just yells
Morris, you can sleep when you get home
Down in the islands where the happy folks stay
Everybody do what biwana man say
He say it's ok, it's ok
It's alright, it's alright
Do what you wanna, do what you like
-- spoken:
"morris! oh for christ's sake morris, you can sleep when you get home. this
Is supposed to be a vacation you know. we come all the way down to miami. we
Could go someplace nice like seaworld. I would like to go see, tony orlando
Is playing in miami beach. we could do some nice things like that. but no
What do we do, we have to go down to this goddamn swamp. this is a swamp
Morris. you call this an island? this is a resort? it's full of mosquitoes
And bugs and just is terrible morris. are you listening to me? "
"bitch, bitch, bitch!"