By: Jimmy Buffett
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Spoken intro with music playing:
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This is a song that started a long time ago. Back when there
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was just the water world. There was this strange looking fish
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that moved along the hidden currents of the deep dark ocean.
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He knew he was different because he could sense there was
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something else in his nature. He swam in circles for millions
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of years and one day he decided it was time to go up. He
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was soon in the world of light where he remained a long time
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until his eyes allowed him to see color. The world was no
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longer a dark place and he moved further up into the light
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and one day before he knew it he was no longer in the water
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world. His head was above the surface and he felt his gills
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turn into lungs and he said "Ah shit! I'm an amphibian!"
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Then he slowly swam towards the shallow waters and
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marshes of the shore and one day he felt the ground
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beneath his feet. There he gathered his wits, checked
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his balance, and stood erect. And THAT'S when the
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trouble began!
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Well the birds disappeared and the sky began to turn purple,
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>From the skeleton coast to the land of violins.
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Sailors prayed to the patron saint of lightening,
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"Please St. Barbara, save our miserable skins."
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They say that God takes care of drunks and fools and children,
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That leaves the rest of us rummaging for alibis.
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But friends there's trouble, trouble on the horizon,
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And it wears an inconspicuous disguise.
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You never see it coming,
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You never have a clue,
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But there's trouble on the horizon,
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Bubbling like a roux.
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You have to taste the weather,
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You've got to touch the storm.
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There is trouble on the horizon,
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Waiting to perform.
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You gave us cigarettes, guns, and whiskey,
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And watch what happens,
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Then add a little nuclear fusion and some gasoline.
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We got trouble, trouble right here in River City,
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Every day's becoming Halloween.
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We never see it coming,
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We never have a clue,
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But there's trouble on the horizon,
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Waiting for the barbecue.
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You have to taste the weather,
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You've got to touch the storm.
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There is trouble on the horizon,
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Waiting to perform.
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I've seen a spaceship built by Howard Hughes,
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I've been a witness to some strange taboos.
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I've seen a storm from deep inside the eye
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Of hurricane don't lie.
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Hurricane's don't lie.
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In the hour of desperation,
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You'll cry like a baby.
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When it comes right down to merely molecules.
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Hell, you can pray to Jesus or a flock of pink flamingos.,
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but in the hour of desperation are the fools.
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I hope that all the greedy bastards in the world
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Come back as lobsters.
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You know that life at the bottom of the food chain
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Suits them well.
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I think that all of the evil people of the world
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Come back as horseflies,
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They want one last bite before they're sent to hell.
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You better know it's coming,
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You've got to have a clue,
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There is trouble on the horizon,
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Bubbling like a roux.
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You have to taste the weather,
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You've got to touch the storm.
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To keep trouble on the horizon,
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You got to stay informed.
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Trouble out there, ain't going no where,
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Trouble on the horizon,
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Trouble out there, ain't going no where,
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You got to trouble on the horizon,
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Trouble out there,
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Trouble out there,
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I see bad moon arising.
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Trouble on the Horizon
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| Jimmy Buffett |
