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Jimmy Buffett - Twelve Volt Man 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 |
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