Simple Pleasures Songtext
von Jimmy Buffett

Blue like a stratos cloud, full of life and corner drugstore wine
I′ll write my name on a highway bus and kick the cans of
Progress left behind
Feeling like a cowboy, the sun down on my trail,
Waiting for tomorrow's fairytale

That′s when the simple pleasures
Start moving quietly
Relaxing all the hang-ups, that have control of me
Forgetting my confusion, I love the shape I'm in
And I hope those simple pleasures will quickly come again


My freelance style of living cuts a detour around
The very, very staunch
They all applaud the journey's end but few are even there
To see the launch
Stealing from the cupboard of ulcer pills and booze
A ride through repetition I can′t use

That′s when the simple pleasures
Start moving quietly
Relaxing all the hang-ups, that have control of me
Forgetting my confusion, I love the shape I'm in
And I hope those simple pleasures will quickly come again

My happiness seems nothing,
To a well-established former passerby
His artificial body, keeps reminding him to give it one more try
World is setting records, while others crawl too slow
But simple pleasures everywhere I go

That′s when the simple pleasures
Start moving quietly
Relaxing all the hang-ups, that have control of me
Forgetting my confusion, I love the shape I'm in
And I hope those simple pleasures will quickly come again