always searchin' for songs Not a lawyer a thief or a banker But a son of a son, son of a son Son of a son of a sailor Son of a gun, load the last ton
every damn bit of sacrifice (paradise) To get a cheeseburger in paradise To be a cheeseburger in paradise I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise Coda
ترجمة: جيمي بوفيت. نجل ابن لبحار.
up on the steps of a whorehouse A soldier told me I' better leave As I stumbled to find me a taxi I saw a note pinned to my sleeve. "It was a pleasure
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
I sat there on the coast of Marseilles My thoughts came by like wind through my hand How good it'd be to hold you How good it'd be to feel like that
hell And his original destination's just another Story that he loves to tell. With no plans for the future He still seems in control From a bronco ride to a
corner of a very laid back bar A little three piece band playin' on the stand Not knowin' what lay in store In a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica
at all you might even get laid, 'Cause they're pickin' and a-kickin' on a Livingston Saturday Night. So won't you listen to the sound of a hot country
' here 'neath the sun and the stars. Customs man tell her that she's gotta leave She's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve Wants to find her a captain, a
always searchin' for songs, Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker. But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor. Son of a gun, load the last
I've given my life for songs that I sing As a matter of fact, I've given everything But time has come to not make a sound Time has come to lay my burden