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Buffett Jimmy Feeding Frenzy

As a child on the farm I was warned of the wiles of the city Of that demon disguise As the dirt in the skies of the city Well they say the proximity

. That's why we're here. We heard you all on a couple of songs already. The only thing is, it's not nice to beat Jimmy to the words of his own song." "

Headin' up to San Francisco for the Labor Day weekend show, I've got my hush-puppies on, I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll. And honey

'm in port I get what I need; Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris, But that American creation on which I feed! Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare

Knights will now assume the throne We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight Hello? Hey, Jimmy

Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake; All of those tourists covered with oil. Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing. Smell those

see the sun again. But now she lives down by the ocean. She's takin' care to look for sharks. They hang out in the local bars, And they feed right after

Our lives change like the weather but a legend never dies He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon Took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy