DECK PARTY: Now Taking Music Requests

[sailinglisa]

Jimmy Buffet please!!!!!!

[GottaCruz]

Got Herman here on his guitar to take your requests

[GottaCruz]

In fact, I've brought a friend to accompany Jeff:

[KeithnRita]

Let's all sing along!

Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya

Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama

Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go, Jamaica

Off the Florida Keys there's a place called Kokomo

That's where you wanna go to get away from it all

Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand

We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drumband

Down in Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take you to

Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama

Key Largo Montego, baby why don't we go

Ooh I wanna take you down to Kokomo,

we'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow

That's where we wanna go, way down in Kokomo.

Martinique, that Monserrat mystique...

We'll put out to sea and we'll perfect our chemistry

By and by we'll defy a little bit of gravity

Afternoon delight, cocktails and moonlit nights

That dreamy look in your eye, give me a tropical contacthigh

Way down in Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take you to

Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama

Key Largo Montego, baby why don't we go

Ooh I wanna take you down to Kokomo,

we'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow

That's where we wanna go, way down in Kokomo.

Port au Prince, I wanna catch a glimpse...

(sax solo)

Everybody knows a little place like Kokomo

Now if you wanna go to get away from it all

Go down to Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take you to

Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama

Key Largo Montego, baby why don't we go

Ooh I wanna take you down to Kokomo,

we'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow

That's where we wanna go, way down in Kokomo.

Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take you to

Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama

Key Largo Montego, baby why don't we go...[/b]

[GottaCruz]

Another friend of mine wanted to drop in and say Hey.

[rogue]

Thank you. Thank you very much.

[Suzila]

And although 60's rock 'n roll is my very favorite, I'll add a little Garth to the mix: (I took out the third verse, just in case there are kids online)

Blame it all on my roots

I showed up in boots

And ruined your black tie affair

The last one to know

The last one to show

I was the last one

You thought you'd see there

And I saw the surprise

And the fear in his eyes

When I took his glass of champagne

And I toasted you

Said, honey, we may be through

But you'll never hear me complain

'Cause I've got friends in low places

Where the whiskey drowns

And the beer chases my blues away

And I'll be okay

I'm not big on social graces

Think I'll slip on down to the oasis

Oh, I've got friends in low places

Well, I guess I was wrong

I just don't belong

But then, I've been there before

Everything's all right

I'll just say goodnight

And I'll show myself to the door

Hey, I didn't mean

To cause a big scene

Just give me an hour and then

Well, I'll be as high

As that ivory tower

That you're livin' in

'Cause I've got friends in low places

Where the whiskey drowns

And the beer chases my blues away

And I'll be okay

I'm not big on social graces

Think I'll slip on down to the oasis

Oh, I've got friends in low places

[GottaCruz]

Glad to see you, Sue. Thanks for the song.

[rogue]

Here's one for sailinglisa

Nibblin' on sponge cake,

watchin' the sun bake;

All of those tourists covered with oil.

Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.

Smell those shrimp

They're beginnin' to boil.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville,

Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,

But I know it's nobody's fault.

Don't know the reason,

Stayed here all season

With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.

But it's a real beauty,

A Mexican cutie, how it got here

I haven't a clue.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville,

Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,

Now I think, - hell it could be my fault.

I blew out my flip flop,

Stepped on a pop top,

Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.

But there's booze in the blender,

And soon it will render

That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville

Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,

But I know, it's my own damn fault.

Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame

And I know it's my own damn fault.

[GottaCruz]

That's one of my favorites, Howard.