Jimmy Buffett Doesn’t Even Surf

Scarce progress from complacence in your way

Well, you’ll find that sterile thoughts are brought

By notions of self-imposed grandeur

But, arm the suffix

Well, rebuke the stoic

I, rescind composure

Sound set, stand off

Well, weapon logic

I, rebuke the stoic

They, rescind composure

Sound set, standoff

Sound set, standoff

Stop, rip the line

Praise something and again save yourself some breath

Sermon stalemate, condemn and don’t resuscitate

Idle thoughts of the great, sly-like bright snide snakes

Praise something and again, save your love of a friend

Say it, breath out and irate souls spring

To their life worth tapestry

Repent, lie, just stay loud

And I’ll bray solace lies