Jimmy Buffett - Oysters and Pearls lyrics
[Jimmy Buffett - Oysters and Pearls lyrics]
Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927
He thumbed his nose at gravity
And climbed into the heavens
When he returned to earth that night
Everything had changed
For the pilot and the planet
Everything was rearranged
We're a pretty mixed-up bunch
Of crazy human beings
It's written on our rocket ships and
In early cave wall scenes
How does it happen, how do we know?
Who sit's and watches, who does the show?
Some people love to lead
Some refuse to dance
Some people play it safely
Others take a chance
Still, it's all a mystery
This place we call the world
Where most live as oysters
While some become pearls
Elvis was the only man
From northeast Mississippi
Who could shake his hips and
Still be loved by rednecks, cops and hippies
It's something more than DNA that
Tells us who we are
It's method and it's magic
We are of the stars
Some never fade away, some crash and burn
Some make the world go around
Others watch it turn
Still it's all a mystery
This place we call the world
Most are fine as oysters
While some become pearls
Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927
He thumbed his nose at gravity
And climbed into the heavens
When he returned to earth that night
Everything had changed
For the pilot and the planet
Everything was rearranged
We're a pretty mixed-up bunch
Of crazy human beings
It's written on our rocket ships and
In early cave wall scenes
How does it happen, how do we know?
Who sit's and watches, who does the show?
Some people love to lead
Some refuse to dance
Some people play it safely
Others take a chance
Still, it's all a mystery
This place we call the world
Where most live as oysters
While some become pearls
Elvis was the only man
From northeast Mississippi
Who could shake his hips and
Still be loved by rednecks, cops and hippies
It's something more than DNA that
Tells us who we are
It's method and it's magic
We are of the stars
Some never fade away, some crash and burn
Some make the world go around
Others watch it turn
Still it's all a mystery
This place we call the world
Most are fine as oysters
While some become pearls
Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927