I went down to Captain Tony's to get out of the heat
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When I heard a voice call out to me, "Son, come have a seat"
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I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes
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Our lives change like the weather but a legend never dies
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He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris
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Took the last plane out of Saigon
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Took the first fast boat to China
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And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done.
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I had a third world girl in Buzios
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With a pistol on each hand
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She always kept me covered
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As we moved from land to land
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I had a damn good run on wall street
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With my high fashion model wife
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Til I woke up dry beneath the African sky
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Just me and my Swiss Army knife
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I ate the last mango in Paris
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Took the last plane out of Saigon
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Took the first fast boat to China
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And Jimmy there's still so much to be done
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We shot the breeze for hours
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As the sun fell from the skies
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And like the sun hw disappeared before my very eyes
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It was somewhere past dark-thirty
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When I went back to the head
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I read upon the dingy wall
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The words the old man said
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I ate the last mango in Paris.......so much to be done.
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Why don't we wander and follow la vie dansante.
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Last Mango In Paris
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| Jimmy Buffett |
