Twelve Volt Man - Jimmy Buffett
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Twelve Volt Man Lyrics
Twelve volt man
By: jimmy buffett
1983
For "nez" and baja bill at alphonsino's
I never got a grip on penmanship
Could never make the small "l's" flow
Seldom found the trick to arith-a-metic
Three plus two be faux, pasBut ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the south seas
And I just might turn your headI never had the clout to knock one out
But hitting was the name of my game
Standing on third as the coaches conferred
Close to my first claim to fameJust give me the steal sign
And I'll make home plate mine
And I just might turn some headsSometimes I may get a little drastic
Sometimes I just let my feelin's show
Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic
Most times that's the way the story goes(instrumental)Now I now this joe down in mexico
He went there to work on his tan
For years he's been plugged into blenders and songs
They call him the twelve volt manHe don't need no charge card
Just give him a die hard
And he'll makes sparks fly 'round your headOh just ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the south seas
And I'll make sparks fly 'round your head
'round your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head...- notes:
Background vocals: timothy b. schmit