Jimmy Buffett, Clint Black - Conky Tonkin' lyrics

Bella was bored to death at South Beach
Not one celebrity spotted in days
She was tired of her mood
Lunchin' on vegan food
She was tired of just soakin' up rays

Then she saw him pull up to the stoplight
In an old ragtop that she couldn't name
He said, "Hop inside, I'm headin' south
Take a ride i'm just the next man
That you're gonna blame"
US 1, headin' down US 1

Lenny said, "How 'bout lunch in Key Largo?
There's a fish sandwich place down the road
Kinda out in the sticks
But we can be back by six
And never leave our area code"

Well, geography wasn't her strong point
She'd never been past the Dadeland Mall
So they stopped on the way
Lenny was happy to pay
For her new thong and purple beach ball

They're goin' conky tonkin'
Cruisin' on a weekend buzz
Really conky tonkin' doin' it just because

Havin' too much fun to turn back
They're explorers in a hot rod Ford
They counted seabirds and cars
Stopped at all the cool bars
Harmonically they struck a chord
Stop! What was that?

Somewhere in the middle of
The Seven Mile Bridge
He said, "Bella, do you wanna see the rest?"
She said, "I haven't a care, Lenny
Just take me there"
And they drove all the way to Key West

Well, she'd never seen anything like it
In all of her twenty-six years
Bella was feelin' the groove
Lenny was makin' his move
They were quite a pair of pioneers

They're goin' conky tonkin'
Cruisin' down US 1 they'll be conky tonkin'
Tryin' to catch up with the sun

They're goin' conky tonkin'
Their engine is about to explode
Goin' conky tonkin'
Hey, they'll meet you at the end of the road

End of the road, what do we do then?
Rev it up and jump that buggy to Havana
We're goin' conky tonkin'