Twelve Volt Man — текст песни (Jimmy Buffett)

Twelve volt man

By: jimmy buffett

1983

For "nez" and baja bill at alphonsinos

I never got a grip on penmanship

Could never make the small "ls" flow

Seldom found the trick to arith-a-metic

Three plus two be faux, pas



But ask for some palm trees

Or tales from the south seas

And I just might turn your head



I never had the clout to knock one out

But hitting was the name of my game

Standing on third as the coaches conferred

Close to my first claim to fame



Just give me the steal sign

And Ill make home plate mine

And I just might turn some heads



Sometimes I may get a little drastic

Sometimes I just let my feelins show

Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic

Most times thats the way the story goes



(instrumental)



Now I now this joe down in mexico

He went there to work on his tan

For years hes been plugged into blenders and songs

They call him the twelve volt man



He dont need no charge card

Just give him a die hard

And hell makes sparks fly round your head



Oh just ask for some palm trees

Or tales from the south seas

And Ill make sparks fly round your head

round your head

In your head

In your head

In your head

In your head

In your head

In your head

In your head...



- notes:

Background vocals: timothy b. schmit