Iâm no Russian
Not even Prussian
Doorman at the yacht club
Was my one claim to fame
Some say Iâm nervy
Hell, Iâm from Jersey
This chasinâ money
Can do things to your brain
How does a shore boy like me
Wind up out on the Black Sea
Dropped out of Harvard
Then joined the Coast Guard
Manned a faithful 50
On a boat in Gitmo
Did my duty
But missed the booty
I heard that St. Barth
Was the place I should go
How could a coastie like me
Sail off into infamy
I couldnât surf or sing or play the guitar
All I ever did was steal an oligarchâs car
My million dollar joy ride was not the perfect crime
And those bad boys from Little Odessa
Donât believe in wasting time
A Lamborghini Elemento
Ainât your average island car
âPark it closeâ the driver told me
Sounding like some kind of czar
With a bucket of Cristal
And devil weed inside
I thought it would be crazy
Not to take a ride
Flying through Gustavia
Passing Mini Mokes
Gendarmes at the roundabout
Didnât get the joke
Speeding down the hill
Like a Dassault Mirage
Parked it on the runway
And headed for la plage
Bar on fire
Din of desire
Dancing on a table
She was waving me in
Her name was Kira
She knew no fear-a
Then introduced me to her vampirish friends
Iâd never seen such a girl
Was she from some future world?
Over thousand dollar vodka and kilos of caviar
I told them how Iâd commandeered the oligarchâs car
They were laughing, speaking Russian and getting over served
When Kira looked at me and said
âCould you take us round some curves?â
A chick drone strike
Is a lethal attack
You never see it cominâ
And you canât fight back
They feel entitled to all access
From clubs to army camp-as
If you donât believe it
Ask those generals down in Tampa
The KGB and coppers
Soon joined the chase
Spectators lined the roads
Like a grand prix race
Dropped the girls at Ti St. Barth
To get them out of the commotion
Then I missed the curve at Toiny
And drove into the ocean
Underwater
My world is sinking
Will I wind up like Pussy Riot
Thatâs what Iâm thinking?
Feeling foolish
My fateâs a mystery
Donât want polonium
Rolled up in my sushi
Oh baby Jesus come through
I am in need of rescue
Now we canât leave this white boy
Drowning in the dark
What the hell was he thinkinâ?
You donât fuck around with sharks
Turns out the lovely Kira
Held a most important tool
It was her daddyâs Lamborghini
And she saved that crazy fool
No he couldnât surf or sing or play the guitar
They made an artificial reef out of the oligarchâs car
It was Kira, lovely Kira who got him off the hook
Then they took her yacht to Instanbul
Just to take a look
No, I couldnât surf or sing, or play the guitar
All I ever did was steal an oligarchâs car
My million dollar joy ride, was not the perfect crime
But Iâm not dead, still have my heard
This margarita needs more lime
- :
- Tis The SeaSon
- Songs From St. Somewhere
- Welcome to Fin City
- Buffet Hotel
- Miscellaneous
- License to Chill
- Boats, Beaches, Bars & Ballads
- 5 Classic Albums
- Feeding Frenzy (Live)
- 2 x Live at the Record Plant - Feb 19 & Oct 24 1974...
- The Ever Elusive Future
- The Ever Elusive Future - Single
- One Particular Harbour
- One Particular Harbor
- Somewhere Over China
- Welcome to Fin City Live From Las Vegas 2011
- Meet Me in Margaritaville: The Ultimate Collection
- Encores
- Before the Beach
- Buffett Live - Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays