School Boy Heart Written：Jimmy Buffett/Matt Betton
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose
I suppose The need to focus never arose So something like a swiss army knife That's my life Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me Breaking free, breaking free
Cause I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly I got a bartender's ear and beachcomber's style Piratical nerve and a Vaudevillian style
I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck With all hands spread all over the deck What the heck Then some kind of obscene and unscrupulous mind Began to pick up what he could find Added ice, shook me twice, rolled the dice
Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye A sailor's legs and a license to fly I got a native tongue from way down south It sits in the cheek of my gulf coastal mouth
I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose
[In case there's any interest, right before Banana Wind, Jimmy sez 'meetcha at the end meetcha at the end'.]