Songtext Conky tonkin' (feat. clint black) von Jimmy Buffett

Original

Bewerten sie:

Abstimmung von benutzern: 0.0/10 - Stimmen insgesamt: 0

Ändern video(1 von 3)

Conky tonkin' (feat. clint black)

(Jimmy Buffett):
Well, I was bored to death in South Beach
Not one celebrity spotted in days
She was tired of her mood lunch and all peekin' feet
She was just tired of just soaking up rays
Then she saw him pull up to the stop light
In that old ragtop she couldn't name
He said, "Hop inside. I'm headin' South. Take a right.
I'm just the next man you're gonna blame.",
US-1 headin' down US-1
(Clint Black):
Then he said, "How 'bout lunch in Key Largo?"
There's a fish sandwich place down the road
Outta the sticks
But we can be back by six
Never leave our area code
Well, geography wasn't her strong point,
She'd never been passed the Dade Land Mall
So they stopped on the way Lenny was happy to pay
For a new thong and purple beach ball
Chorus 1 (Both):
They're goin' conky tonkin'
Cruisin' on the weekend bus
Really conky tonkin'
Doin' it just because
(Jimmy Buffett):
Havin' too much fun to turn back
There were explorers in a Hot rod Ford
They counted seabirds and cars stopped at all the cool bars
(Both):
Harmonically, they struck a cord
(Jimmy Buffett):
STOP! What was that?
Somewhere in the middle
On the 7-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
(Clint Black):
Well, she's never seen anything like it
In all of her 26 years
Well, she was feelin' a booze
And he was making his move
They were quite a pair of pioneers
Chorus 2 (Both):
They're goin' conky tonkin'
Cruisin' down US-1
They're goin' conky tonkin'
Tryin' to catch up with the Sun
Chorus 3 (Both):
They're goin' conky tonkin'
The engine is about to explode
Really goin' conky tonkin'
Hey, they'll meet you at the end of the road

Danke, weil sie diesen text korrigieren

künstler*

songtitel*

email*

abonniere den newsletter

songtext*

(Jimmy Buffett): 
Well, I was bored to death in South Beach 
Not one celebrity spotted in days 
She was tired of her mood lunch and all peekin' feet 
She was just tired of just soaking up rays 
Then she saw him pull up to the stop light 
In that old ragtop she couldn't name 
He said, "Hop inside. I'm headin' South. Take a right. 
I'm just the next man you're gonna blame.", 
US-1 headin' down US-1 
(Clint Black): 
Then he said, "How 'bout lunch in Key Largo?" 
There's a fish sandwich place down the road 
Outta the sticks 
But we can be back by six 
Never leave our area code 
Well, geography wasn't her strong point, 
She'd never been passed the Dade Land Mall 
So they stopped on the way Lenny was happy to pay 
For a new thong and purple beach ball 
Chorus 1 (Both): 
They're goin' conky tonkin' 
Cruisin' on the weekend bus 
Really conky tonkin' 
Doin' it just because 
(Jimmy Buffett): 
Havin' too much fun to turn back 
There were explorers in a Hot rod Ford 
They counted seabirds and cars stopped at all the cool bars 
(Both): 
Harmonically, they struck a cord 
(Jimmy Buffett): 
STOP! What was that? 
Somewhere in the middle 
On the 7-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 
(Clint Black): 
Well, she's never seen anything like it 
In all of her 26 years 
Well, she was feelin' a booze 
And he was making his move 
They were quite a pair of pioneers 
Chorus 2 (Both): 
They're goin' conky tonkin' 
Cruisin' down US-1 
They're goin' conky tonkin' 
Tryin' to catch up with the Sun 
Chorus 3 (Both): 
They're goin' conky tonkin' 
The engine is about to explode 
Really goin' conky tonkin' 
Hey, they'll meet you at the end of the road