| Lyrics: | The Twelve Volt Man
by Jimmy Buffett
Never got a grip on
penmanship, could never make the words just flow
Seldom got the trick to arithmetic, two plus
two is four
But ask for some Palm Trees, and tales from the South Seas
And I just might
turn round your head.
I never had the clout to knock one out, but hitting was the name of
my game
Standin on third while the coaches confer, close as my own claim to fame
Just give
me the steal sign, and I'll make Home Plate mine,
And I just might turn some
heads.
Sometimes I may be a little drastic,
Sometimes I just let my feelings
show,
Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic,
most times that's the way the story
goes.
Now I now this Joe down in Mexico, he went there just to work on his tan
For
years he's been loved and blendered in songs, they call him The Twelve Volt
M
He don't
need no charge card, just give him a Die Hard
and he'll makes sparks, fly Round your
head
So just give me some Palm Trees, and tales from the South Seas
And I'll make sparks
fly round your head
Round your head Round your head |
